Unlike for the evening meal, there were no menu choices for breakfast. That was okay with me though, because I was so hungry, my big intestines were e...ating my little ones.I had a different waitress this morning. She resembled the one from last night, but was a few years older. I greeted her pleasantly.“Good morning beautiful, I’d like breakfast and coffee, lots and lots of coffee.”She did not appear to be amused by my banter, as she rather abruptly nodded her head and retreated towards the. My heart was once again in a flux.I had asked my assistant Maria to accompany me that evening, a task that she immediately accepted. I don’t know if there was anything else that she had planned for the evening, but if so, she dropped it to come at my beck and call. I always felt a slight guilt at having, for all intents and purposes, a slave to my whims. But Maria was obviously doing it for her own purposes. I’d promised her a drop of my blood tonight as a reward — which was akin to offering a. "Just take us to Envy."As he drove I couldn't help but notice that he continually got distractedfrom the road glancing back in his rear-view mirror which he adjustedfairly frequently. At first I wondered if there was someone behind us hewas concerned about, someone following closely or something, but Ieventually realized that was not the case. This pervert was using therear-view mirror to check us out. Did he not realize i was a guy? Iguess the dim light of the evening worked in my favour. No more secrets. I love you so much!”About a half hour after Adriana left for work the next morning and I was getting the kids ready for daycare, I got a text from her, “Going to do a little shopping today with Kayla.”I stared at that text. My wife was going clothes shopping with Kayla. Kayla Frost!So you’ll know why I was a little incredulous, I have to tell you a little about Kayla: She’s about twenty-six-or-seven. Adriana coaches an intramural volleyball team in Boise that consistently plays.