“The name’s Caleb. You’re free to try it out--however, I’m not responsible for anything stupid you do with it. I only ask that you don’t do ...it in here.”Lydia’s expression changed from sarcastic to intrigued curiosity. “Wait, so you’re saying I can just have it?”“I didn’t stutter,” Caleb rolled his eyes.“If this book is what you say it is, why would you just give it away?” Lydia asked.“Don’t worry about it, just consider it a gift.” Caleb started to walk away.“Wait, is there any rules or. Janet stroked his cheek fondly. "Of course, Phil. This is a shock for both of us. We both have to consider what we are going to have to do. I suspect though that my marriage is truly over," she said with a catch in her throat.Phil Brock turned and filled two glasses with scotch from the room mini bar. Turning back to Janet, he said, "Well, at least we can have a drink and perhaps toast our new status. You can at least have a drink with me, Jan, can't you, before you go?" Of course, Phil, but. But why? How did I really feel about my wife performing for these other men? Wonder if she had others as well? Or was it true anyway. I remembered what I'd heard in the garden. I knew that much was true. So why won't she just tell me the full story? How bad was it?Thinking about it just brought images to my minds eye. By the time I was halfway down the glass my cock was hard. To hell with it! I was going upstairs to bed. Not to sleep, but to wake her up and make her tell me. The drink was. We had to sell her house in order to fund her time in the home, so I was homeless. I couldn’t get help from the council because technically I had made myself homeless.”“Damn, Pete, I never knew any of this.”“It’s all water under the bridge now, Apes. Anyway, Macready’s barn is now known as Ridgecrest Barn and was last on the market a year or so ago for £875,000, not bad for an old barn that used to store skirting boards, doors and sheets of plasterboard, and the odd pair of lovers with nowhere.