"Oh! It's that time, isn't it? Perfect! Come on in."I blinked in confusion and watched her head back into the house, her red heels clacking on the pal... green marble of the foyer. I shrugged and started after her. I'd find out what was going on faster this way.The interior of the house was subdued and elegant with high ceilings and a light, subtle blue color to the walls. A wide set of stairs with a dark, highly polished banister swept up to the second floor. The large room just off the foyer. So what are you really going to be able to do about it, under these dangerous circumstances, Cindy asked? Celeste refilled their champagne glasses, then picked hers up and clicked it against Cindys, and announced, I am going to marry Frankie and become his Mafia Princess. Then I am going to put up with his philandering until my five year prenup expires, and I become a 50-50 owner in everything Frankie has. Then I am going to put my law degree to good use by divorcing the rotten bastard and. " I called out.A voice came from the bathroom, "I'll be out in a couple of minutes."Loads of thought went through my mind as I wondered about what she’d bought. I switched on the TV and sat to watch the early evening news.Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened.I stood up like an expectant kid waiting for a gift.There standing in front of me was my wife. The wife I once had. She was wearing a pale blue skirt suite. With a tailored jacket that had two small buttons, pulling the jacket tight. Singing to the radio, telling stories about her clubbing days when she was in college, and constantly putting her hands on my knee, then my thigh, then my upper thigh. As she began inching closer up I closed my legs and inched away.“Aw how cute,” she said with a pout, “you’re a shy girl.” She leaned in so I could feel her breath on my face. “Have you ever been with another woman before?”“I have actually. Quite a few times.” She pulled back and gave me a mock shocked face. “You know, it was fun..