" Are you married?" Yes, I am and I believe, very happily." I notice you don't wear any wedding rings." I wear them when I'm not involved professional...ly with a patient. I don't want them to be a distraction."I noticed she was slightly flushed and nervous as we talked and acted like someone who had something to hide. I didn't push it further but it indicated to me that some people might take their wedding vows too lightly."Thank you doctor. I guess we'll go as I need to go and help Grace pack. The first three were busts; neither had nothing but toys and books.Then when I almost gave up; there was on my way home.It was Ritchie’s XXX-Club; it had a small video and toy store in the front with a little turnstile.Curiously I entered the turnstile and paid the $10 entry fee.Ritchie’s also had a familiar face on the door: a security guard from Buckley’s named Kareem. He always greeted me with a wink and friendly smirk.Then a path led into dark hall with tiny red lights: that took time some. Bella hopped up on the edge of the table and crossed her legs. Will looked at her with a mix of patience and amusement on his face. “You’re a menace,” he said.“I know,” she grinned.“What was all that cackling?” Will asked“It’s called fun. You should try it sometime,” Bella snarked.Will rolled his eyes. “You’re worse than that shrieking monkey of yours. Where is the little monster anyway?” He asked, realizing he hadn’t seen the monkey at all. He was instantly suspicious. He patted himself down,. My arms wound their way around his neck, for my knees were weak from his kisses. "I should apologize for that," he said to me, when he finished kissing me, "but I'm not going to!" "Good, I don't want your apology," I said with a smile, "just kiss me again." I made the decaf coffee, and brought out the only liqueur I keep on hand, an Irish creme liqueur, that is great with coffee. We sat on the sofa, and drank our coffee, sipped our liqueur and necked like a couple of horny teenagers,.