" The men all seemed relieved not to be looking at a **** charge.There were two more cop cars showing up about then. They took everyone's name for the...r report at my request. The lead cop then told me "If your wife invited these men into your house and they are all over the age of 18, there is not much we can do for you. I would suggest counseling or something along that line." He said this as he looked at my wife like she was a piece of shit on his shoe.I told the police to call a cab and that. It was a fantasy his wife let him play out at home. Dee did not mind it.She rather liked his other hobby of dressing up in women's clothing toclean the house on the weekends. Since it gave her some free time, sheaccepted his rationale that cleaning was women's work so he must dresslook like one to do it.The free time was something that Dee needed. She had started a companywith her husband many years earlier. The company was a temp agency thatprimarily sent out secretaries to its clients. The. She took me to her bedroom and said that she arranged it only once in the past 2 months. She had a maid and she asked her to bring two cans of beer.We sipped and talked for 5 minutes. Then she said she was feeling lonely and had no one satisfy her. She thought for a while and said you can satisfy my needs. We were in the bedroom.She was getting drunk more than me. Within a span of 1 hour, she finished 2 cans of beer when I had only one. We both were getting high. All thoughts of job, management. He asked, “Why do they have sidewalks if no one uses them?”The taxi cab driver glanced in his mirror and didn’t bother to answer. Dexter looked over at the man wondering why he wouldn’t chat at all. Lots of taxi drivers talked almost the whole trip. One or two leading questions and they were off to the races. It was just his luck to get the sullen quiet driver.Dexter’s cell phone rang. He checked the caller id and answered, “Hello, Mark. What’s up?”“Where are you?” Mark asked.“I’m on my way.