”Gary slowed and eased into the right-hand, slower-traffic lane.“Why are we slowing?” Al asked.“There’s a police car behind us. It was behin...d the other cars, but now it’s following us.”Al glanced over his shoulder, noting the vehicle. “If it was Col. Powell, he would have stopped us by now. This is likely legitimate.”“He’s not advancing. I suspect he’s running our license plates.”“Should we split up?” Betty asked.Al took in the procession of cars trailing them. “No, if we do, they’ll call in. Her inspired wood furnishings wreak of rustic elegance. A field stone fireplace from floor to ceiling took up most of one wall in the living room. Even more impressive was the large bay window at the far end - like three sides of an octagon extending across the entire width of the room. It felt like we were still in the woods, but protected in a luxurious shelter.She led me to the window. The unexpected view of the city sprawled below took my breath away. It’s no wonder why people want to live. I'm not quite as old as you, but I think we may share some of the same values."He continued, "What do you think is causing all of these divorces? I read the other day that close to 50% of all marriages are ending in divorce now."His mother-in-law had been listening and quickly said, "I think a lot of it is the fact the younger generation has no patience, and they don't try to work out life's little problems. Of course, there's a lot more drug addiction, and now with casinos all over the place,. Yes, yes indeed, very well.”I could tell by my mother’s smile and the bubbly excitement in her voice that more than a good work session went well, “Mom you didn’t?”Mom’s smile got bigger as she poured me a glass of wine, “I’m afraid I did. I can barely believe I did that. Now I can be added to the list of women at the gym that Derrick has been to bed with.”I took the offered wine, “Did everything go as you expected. Did you enjoy it?”My mom seemed to light up as she answered me, “Arthur, it was.