'Meanwhile in the former USSR, Sergey Aleksey Makorov and his team of Russian Mafia IT technicians are trying out the latest 100 or so 'Cracker / Hack...er' codes on everything from government databases to local Bank Branches. 'Thank my Grandfather's brass testicles for a troglodyte boss, the moron is a dream come true for me. A few meaningless techno-babble phrase strings and it's off to the next batch of test code, of course, the dacha and bosse's daughter weren't bad perks either, ' chuckled. I was home just in time. I handed the bags from my afternoon of shopping to Diane and told her that she was to wear only what I had purchased, and nothing more. The sexual tension was greater between us than it had been in years as she took the bags and headed for the bedroom. I finished setting the table, and opened a bottle of wine just as I head the doorbell ring. I let Jerry in, and we settled into a couple of chair in the living room after I poured us each a glass of wine. We sat and. ” I again told her to slow down. She didn’t, so I turned the key off and took it out of the slot.“NOW, Magnie! You will listen to me or you will never drive a vehicle again. Do you understand?”“No, I want to drive, give me the key, now!”I couldn’t help it, I slapped her across the face with the back of my hand, not hard mind you, but I did. Everyone was stunned, most of all me. My anger was high and my patience was low. “Magnie, you will not talk to me like that. I am your husband and mate, you. Marcy's mood was chipper and we never did return to the subject of her breakup with Press. Nor was anything more said about our failure to tell each other everything.We talked about classes starting soon and laughed about little things that had happened over the summer. Every so often Shirley would scoot across the floor and offer me a sip of wine from her glass, which had been my glass earlier.When the bottle was empty, we went to bed, Marcy on a sleeping bag in the front room, Shirley and I.