"No louder than some I've known." So what are we doing today? Beside me screwing off, that is," I asked."We need to find a cook/housekeeper. I have so...meone out looking. He said he would call when he found someone. I hope it's soon, I don't cook worth a damn," Chief said."Me either, but I can make breakfast, and I believe that's what I'll do now. Oh Jesus, I need to get Julie up, if she's going to school today, be back in a shake."When I got to the bedroom to wake Julie, she was still zoomed. " It was. I took another look at the house. It was an ordinary Bay Area suburb house, with no evidence it was inhabited by someone who would k**nap me to steal my k**neys. I locked my car, walked up, and rang the doorbell.Anna was the one who came to the door, she she was about as far from a stereotypical lesbian as I would have imagined. In fact, she looked like a short sorority girl with bleached-blond hair, a skirt, and a top that seemed to be just barely holding in her sizable breasts. No. And that had nothing to do with the fact that she was his wife.My wife, he thought. They had been married over two years now, and he still couldn't believe it. Allison, the most perfect woman in the world, was his wife. Greg Primdale, just a regular guy (okay, a quite wealthy regular guy), had somehow managed to marry a woman who was every man's fantasy.It was more than just her physical appearance; gorgeous looks could only go so far to make up for a nasty personality. When he had first met. I guessed she must have run out to do some shopping with the boys and would be back shortly. So picking up the note I moved to the couch and flopped down. As I picked up the tv remote I started reading Libby's note. It simply said "Dearest, the boys are at your sister's and I am waiting in our room with a gift for you. Please come join me." To say I was surprised would be an understatement. While our sex life was pretty good, it was not like my wife to arrange something like this. But I.