Monassario this is Brad Henderson. I’m the neighbor of your nephew Tony. You met us; or rather you met my wife at his housewarming party.”“Oh ye...s, I remember your charming wife; lovely little thing.”“My wife’s been helping him decorate his house and...”“Oh yes, he’s told us all about it. He says she’s very, very good at, uh, decorating.” I could hear the mirth in his voice. Tony obviously had been bragging that he was fucking my wife to his cronies. “So, tell me why you’re calling.” He was. Greg proceeded to check out the entire upstairs, then all of the downstairs. His wife wasn't anywhere. He pulled his phone out and called her on that – the call just rolled over to voicemail.Then Greg slapped himself in the face – of course, Madelyn must have gone to the grocery store to get something for dinner. She was always forgetting to go shopping until the last minute. But just to be sure, he went to check the garage.Madelyn's car was inside the garage.Greg went back into the house,. " That's not too long to wait?" I think I can hold out."My grandmother smiled. "Your mother said you missed your breakfast. Howabout some cinnamon rolls. I think I have a can of those instant ones." Sounds good to me. Especially if you have some hot chocolate." Let me put those in the oven and then you can have some breakfast."My grandmother headed toward the kitchen. I removed my slippers andstretched out on the couch, placing my hose-clad feet on the arm of thecouch. Who would have thought. Rosamund told me that Kaete came from the Dutch landed gentry and had unbroken experience of administering my uncle's estate since before the war, a period of over twenty years. To become a Lord of the Manor so to speak was every Dutch boy's dream, even if to become one meant marrying a rather plain Jane old enough to be his mother. I thought about a certain stumbling block for some time and sought the counsel of Rosamund about the question of sex."I understand that a very liberal sex policy.