. I kind of did it myself. I asked if she wanted to go out and she said she was going to be away for a while. I asked straight out if she was going to... be with a truck driver and she admitted she would. I didn’t tell her where I got the information and she didn’t apologize for keeping this guy undercover. I suspect he doesn’t know anything about me ... or anyone else.”“You think there might have been a third person?” she asked.“Based on what you told me about her sexual needs, I wouldn’t be. "I'll follow you."We left the shop and drove to the park. Pete had the beautiful, almost brand new, Dodge pickup truck, with his tree companies name on it. It was his company. I've described this park to you before in previous stories. It has large parking lot and long dirt road that goes down to another part of the pond. Because I have a small car, and that dirt road is bumpy, I don't go down there much. We pulled into the back of the main lot and parked next to each other. I got out of my car. The day of 'easy' labor didn't start well for the wife. First, as she got the bag of oats to feed the mule, she spilled it. Then the mule refused to stand still to be harnessed, and the cart got stuck in the barn. Cutting hay with the scythe was much slower than she expected, and she forgot to pile it to dry. Cutting the wheat with the sickle, she knocked more grain from the stalks than she left on them, and her misshapen and sloppy shocks blew over in the gentle breeze. In the evening,. You don't get us inside and we are both disappointed." Oh, is that all?" Ferro said with a bit of suspicion. He scanned the door and took note of the plaque next to it that was melded into the wall: Storage Bin 197-EE4.If something was hinky about the setup, Ferro figured that he would see it in the readout of the room's contents when he brought up the key code access. He pushed his suit to the wall and retrieved his handheld computer. Querying the station maintenance database, he brought up.