I took a long breath.“We can keep a low profile. Our friends, relatives don’t need to know about us. You don’t want to be in anything serious, I...will always respect that. You will lead what we are going to have between us. The day you decide we should stop it, I will leave without a question.” I put trust in my words.“Promise me nobody will ever know. No pictures, no messages, no recordings. We will call over selves to meet only.” She stared at me.“Only to meet?” I tried to be light the. She was living off the substantial income from the cheating spouses website. She had grabbed the money he gave her for half the value of the house and paid cash for a one bedroom townhouse located in a gated community.According to the kids, Maggie was a happy woman. She took a trip for one week each month to some location that would catch her fancy. It wasn’t that she was living a decadent lifestyle. She flew coach, stayed at reasonably priced hotels and took bus tours to see the sights. She. It was his parents and mine. And they were all naked, in all of them. But more importantly, they were obviously having sex with one another."That's my father. With your..." Mother," I answered for him, each of us with eyes glued to the photo, not even comprehending that there was a plethora of others stacked just below that one that we hadn't really looked at yet.The fact this particular photo, along with many others, was in black and white, told us these had been taken many years earlier, not. More like a junior bank clerk than a rich businessman. The source of the Fleischer's wealth has been the black market. From small shopkeepers and traders the Fleischers have made an absolute fortune since the beginning of the war and the British blockade."Helmut, perhaps the Herr Hauptmann might care for a Cognac before dinner?" she tells her husband."Of course!" he replies.The man fetches a decanter from a very well-stocked liquor cabinet."Perhaps later you might care for a Havana? My husband.