..We first met Xena about three years ago and, over time, I noticed how she became inseparable friends with my wife, Mandy. They spent a lot of time t...ogether, both being retired, going to women’s events, luncheons, girls’ nights, and those one on one, around the table, sessions over a bottle of wine or bubbly that can last hours. From what Mandy told me, it was clear they shared a lot about themselves with each other. Mandy usually updated me on the spicy Xena news in our reviews of the day, so. I once asked her how she got that name and she told me that she once misspelled it somewhere and the misspelling stuck as some things do from high school. It sounded plausibleThe raggedy hole in the wall would reveal the truth about that nickname and many other things about my wife. At the time I, of course, had no way of knowing any of this. So I stuck my head through it in search of any structurally solid spots to which I could fasten things to ensure a solid repair. I was surprised by the. See who's going in and out. Pull in some people to interview -- postmen, newspaper boys. Not neighbors, that might be noticed. Maybe see if we can slip in a cop masquerading as someone looking for a gas leak or somethin', even just to knock on the door to get a peek."She gathered up the used cups, grabbed the shreds of Mom's napkin and tossed them all in a gaping trash barrel. "Come on. We gotta talk to Mike. Chiquita? You got any paperwork or anything to confirm this -- what do they call it --. Oh god, I can’t resist. I quickly turn my head and lock onto his lips. Oh! Sweet, wet, perfect. I’m lost in this kiss, the next one, the next. ‘We can’t do this, it’s over.’ I whisper. ‘I know’ he replies as he kisses me again. As we start to breath each other’s breath, locked together kiss after kiss after kiss, he reaches over and quickly and efficiently scoops me up into his arms. One arm across my back the over under my legs. He quickly walks over to the bed, sets me down and lies half on.