She asked if I was OK being ‘home alone’ with Robert on Friday. I assured her I was a big girl and could take care of myself.Barb replied, “Well..., don’t worry, I’ve got some plans for him tomorrow night that’ll slow him down. It’ll make Friday a lot easier for you…and for him.”“Whatever. Do what you want, but don’t worry about me.”I was surprised she talked so openly. She hadn’t said a word about their sex-life since they’d married. Before that she told me lots of stories. I began realized how. Chris insisted. ‘As father of the bride, I’m covering the reception at least.’ John agreed. He piped in. ‘You two can pay for your sisters’ weddings.’ ‘Chris, Dad, we are paying for everything. I’ll tell you guys what. You cover drinks for the reception and we’ll call it even.’ Thomas stated, his love for his father evident and respect for his future father-in-law growing. John frowned, ‘What kind of drinks are you boys talking about. If I’m buying spirits, I’m getting stuff that’ll put hair on. Slipping into his dressing gown and slippers he dragged himself to the kitchen and began brewing the coffee. As he stood there gazing at the kettle he groaned again; it was the recollection of his week-end misbehaviour at Winthrop’s; with Anita and Sybil’s sister-in-law Jane! How had Jane become involved in this affair for Christ sake! He knew of course; it all revolved around Winthrop Morgan.It was 8am as Jane Anderson gave her husband Jake a cheery wave as he drove off to work in his. She was wearing one of those little black dresses that every good looking woman owns. With the skinny straps at the shoulders, the deep V cleavage and the length ending just above the knee, it was so simple and yet, so fantastic. She was wearing a pair of shiny black high heels. Not stilettos, but still, they were just as classy looking as she was. She had a long coat draped over her arm."Wow!" It was all I could manage as she walked toward me, showing a big smile."Why thank you, Vinnie. You.