" Age is the lesser issue for me. I've been married to Melanie for over 16 years now. To do something like this would put all of that in jeopardy. As ...much as I would like to, I'm afraid that I'm not able to help you there." Are you sure?" Quite sure. I'm sorry, but that's an offer that I have to turn down." Ok. I guess I really should not have asked you to do that anyway. I'm sorry I asked you. It wasn't right of me." Let's try to forget about it, ok? I would rather we stay friends. Going that. It would be enough for us.I went over to where I had hidden the blanket. I made sure it was thick and soft. After all, I didn’t want to get any bruises on me that I may have to explain later. I lay the blanket on an old chest and waited for Bobby.I heard the barn door creak open. He blew out the lantern as he entered the barn.“Bobby? Shhhhhh, don’t make any noise. I’m over here,” I whispered.I heard him slide the board across the doors so that they couldn’t be opened from the outside. He didn’t. I had been enjoying it. I needed out of here. I followed Sharon up to her room that night, but nobody came to visit. Just a telephone conversation, which I listened in to."...My husband? ...No, he doesn't suspect a thing ...it'll be too late by then, won't it? ...When and where? ...12th, fourteen Delhi Drive, dinner..." I moved away from the door as she put the phone down.So, she was meeting Jack for dinner in a few days, which meant I had to figure out how to keep in trim for that long. There. He was returning inside when she met him at the door."Have you seen my handbag?" she asked."Yes, I just put it in the car, come here, we might as well start as we mean to continue." He grabbed her and pulled her close, he kissed her passionately, running his hands over her body, or as far as he was concerned, her pockets, he was still checking for a syringe.Martin loved to drive, he is one of those people that holds an atlas in his head, perhaps it was the numbers, he held them in his head too..