Pictures of my wife tilting her face up toward the man and smiling that smile I thought I was the only one to see. And lastly, pictures of my wife and... the man heading into the Seaside Motel out on Benton Road. The timestamp in the photos said these were from last week. I had no idea who the hell the man was.After I returned from spewing my breakfast I stuffed the pictures back into the envelope without looking at them. Then I shut my office door, sat down, lay my head on my arms and cried.I. A. and mothers condo in 2000, I found daddy had completely redone my 'bedroom'.Except it wasn't a bedroom anymore. In the month I'd been away contractors had taken two small bedrooms, an office, a washroom and a large hall cupboard and built me a master suite that rivaled dad's for comfort and luxury.My first day home dad had taken me shopping and we'd outfitted 'my world' from furniture to sheets and towels. It was simply the Ritz. A TV. Hot tub/whirlpool bath. A study area, a play area. A. I unloaded my stuff, and started to lug it to my assigned staff cabin. I was the second of four roommates there. The guy who was there before me introduced himself as Dan, and that he would be working as a lifeguard at the waterfront. I introduced myself, and told him that I would be splitting my time between the waterfront and the sports fields. He helped me unpack my stuff, and get settled. I setup my stereo system, and turned on some music.My supervisor, Tim, came into our cabin and told us. He began to apply it to his body. It would not be the best oil job as he usually had someone backstage to do this for him. When the house phone rang and the caller ID showed him that it was Brittany's house phone he jumped to answer it."Hello?" Hey," her voice responded."Hey yourself," he answered."I took a sick day," she informed him."So I heard. I called in sick too," he answered."I'll be heading out the door in a bit," she informed."I'll leave the side door unlocked," he responded.Vince.