Now it was my turn to glare! Bob was giving me his best innocent look while I scowled at him.He blinked his eyes and said, "What?" You know what, bust...er."He shrugged nonchalantly. "Turn-about is foreplay," he grinned.Foreplay. Fuck the foreplay, I was ready right then! However, I didn't think the course manager would appreciate a couple of golfers screwing on the driving range grass, so I let it pass and went back to hitting balls.I kept feeling his caress every couple strokes then I started to. It was a full moon and the island was bathed in a subtle blue light. It was filtered through an atmosphere heavy with condensation as the humid air was chilled by the cold night.For, although tropical, the nights were cool. Much of the ozone had been stripped from the atmosphere allowing the earth to heat rapidly during the day. At night, however, was a different story as there was little to stop the heat disappating quickly. Disturbance to the M1 and M2 layers resulted in poor radio. I would never give him what he wanted, or get what I wanted......This way.I wasn't going to go down and show him my brain -- he didn't want to seethat, and I didn't want to show him. A technical explanation would takedays -- no, years! -- and he didn't want that, either. He wantedsomething... terse. Simple. Something that didn't demand much of him,but...Something clicked."...I don't... hate you," I said cautiously. "I mean, I...," Istruggled to think of the right thing to say. "I don't.... ”I turned off the TV. “You now have a choice to make. Tomorrow, I have an appointment with a divorce lawyer. I called him today asking him to prepare two documents. One is a petition for divorce.” Jenny called out, “No!” crying louder. “The second is a post-nuptial agreement that you will have to sign if I agree to continue in our marriage.”“I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you ask me. I don’t want a divorce.”“Don’t be so quick to agree, Jenny. You are going to have to agree to certain.