I walked over to her, ‘I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what’s an English girl like you doing in an Italian hotel?’ ‘No, it’s all righ...t,’ she said, ‘I’m at university here in my last degree year,’ she added somewhat sadly as she looked away. ‘That’s nice,’ I said making conversation, ‘you just work here weekends then?’ ‘Mmm, and some evenings,’ she replied as she continued to work. I sat back down and looked at Mike who was feasting his eyes on this beautiful young woman. He smiled at me. Would you consider taking a few photos for me?" Jenny asked.I started to fantasize about Jenny modelling for me, so I answered her quickly without even giving it any thought. "Sure, I have some time today."Jenny continued looking at the photos, mesmerized. "This girl has a really sexy figure. How old is she?" Jenny asked."I am not sure, I think early twenties. You have just reminded me that I need to return the gear she used for modeling to the studio. She put the bag in my car when we went to. That there are many wives with a less public profile that collude with each other, conspiring against the cheating man in a way that benefits the aggrieved woman and her children and all the women and children of the world. Closing ranks and protecting the suffering are what we do. Often, but not always, this is the result of membership in the Last Wives Club. Kyra encouraged me to think of all the philandering husbands who have not been publicly exposed and the price they could be coerced to. " I wanted tosay "something important," but those words were far too big to say. Imanaged to say, "I need to tell you a big thing. I mean, a very bigthing. I'm not sure I can say this. Oh, this is so, so, so weird."Tears started to go down my cheeks and I just knew my mascara wasrunning. I looked up at him (I'm, like, 5'5" and he's 6'3"), my lipsquivering.He took me by he shoulders and said, "Just calm down, honey, I knowwhat you're going to say."Wow. He knew! And, he called me honey! I had.