Invited in, Mr. Smith entered, and then sat down in one of the wooden chairs, with a fresh case file in the disguise of a yellow manilla folder stashe... inside a newspaper, in his hands. ‘Shadow, we’ve got a new case for you to investigate. I think you’ll find this one is more up your alley.’ He said, as he handed over the easily recognizable case file, in spite of the subterfuge of the disguise, to Steven. Steven took the newspaper with the yellow manilla folder stashed inside it, leaned back. Frank said he thinks it makes you more relatable.”I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation with my dad. He’d actually talked to my PR guy? What had my world come to?“Relatable?” I asked against my better judgment.“Yes. Because most people don’t really know you, and everyone says you appear a little too perfect. Luckily, we all know you’re not.”I could hear my mom snicker, and Dad shush her. If my dad hadn’t just about died on me, I would have unleashed a choice comment or three in. I was surprised but it made me happy knowing he still wants to be my husband, to be manly for me. I was enjoying him taking on most of the chores around the house, it gave me so much more time to work on my crafts. I started making clay figurines and floral arrangements made of fake flowers. Today, an expected package came in, addressed to Rory. I immediately knew what it was, given that the package wasn’t marked with anything about where it came from or what was inside. Rory was out on his. Vikram is successful businessman and moreover a good man, respected and liked by all.They have been married for over 21 years now,Priya has had no major issues with her hubby apart from one and a big one, he is rarely at home , his work and ever growing market keeps him on his toes always, she’s happy with his growth but misses his presence on cold nights, mostly satisfying herself with some poor substitute for a throbbing, live male organ, She has been mostly faithful, leave apart few flings.