"Maybe I should take over here," she grinned to her mother. "Looks like Dad's got a problem there. Maybe you should go take care of Daddy while I fini...h up here." She reached for Ron's shaft, but Diane swatted her hand away. "The hell you say," Diane replied with a hint of irritation. She pushed her daughter backwards, so she fell back on her butt. "I did all the work to get him this far, and I'm gonna finish; I earned it!" she glanced back at me, then to Susan. "Why don't YOU take care of. John was very deft at pointing out holes in the ideas. We plugged them, and made a workably reasonable solution.John then called his friend and spoke briefly, if a bit mysteriously. It got Jeffery interested enough to drop what he was doing, and drive over. It was just a little after three in the afternoon, now. Jeffery said he would arrive at around five. John invited him to stay for dinner.This left me some 'free time', which I decided I was going to devote to Courtney. I tracked her down,. She kept on telling me to come along and we will talk at home. Unwillingly I climbed her Activa, and we moved towards her home.After reaching her home I climbed the stairs with trembling legs. I was not sure that I was excited or annoyed. I was thinking to scold her well, for being a silent spectator that day. I was collecting all words to throw at her, memorizing and even planning the pitch of my voice.Finally, we reached the door of her room. As soon as we entered her room, I felt I was hit. You vaguely recall someone puking in the pool and your wife yelling at them. You know there will be hell to pay when you get up, so you try to hold onto those last few precious moments of silence. You know as soon as you open your eyes the hangover will hit and then she will start yelling again...A faint smell registers with your semi conscious brain. It's a female smell. Perfume or body wash, you're not really sure which. The one thing you do know is that it's not any scent your wife would.