” He laughed, “Neither, for that matter, do you.” She smiled in return. “Touché!” With that she again snuggled into him and continued to da...ce. When the music eventually stopped, they each, quite without prompting, bowed and curtseyed their acknowledgement to each other. Then she grasped two of his fingers and led him off the floor. She stopped and turned to face him, “I’m Anne, Anne Waring. Anne with an E.” “I’m Mex. Mex Robertson,” he replied. “Mex, why don’t you get your drink and come and. Susan sniffed a bit—"boys and their damn blood sports!" was her comment—but I found quietly that it suited my purposes well. We argued about it a bit; she hated hunting generically, while I was of two minds about it. Hunting for the dinner table, well and good, as I saw it; it culled the herds to prevent overpopulation, it was a lot less cruel than the vagaries of natural selection and winnowing by casual starvation and disease, and the meat went to good use. She reluctantly conceded that. Gregory joined them at dinner; he didn’t look that drunk at first, but after some shots of scotch with Daniel soon called it a night. Diana had gone to the couch in the living room soon as her father walked in, lying there scrolling down on her phone, looking as miserable as always, which made Daniel squirm inside. Leda invited him to stay for the night since his place was a good forty minutes away, he had had some drinks already, and it was late.“Tomorrow is Saturday. Do you work?” She asked. Found out usually Friday or Saturday was a regular thing. The wife was sitting next to me and Kathy on the other side. Kathy was flirting and teasing me all evening. This went on for a couple weeks. I would get off night shift wife left for work. I hear a knock on the downstairs door. Answered the door it was Kathy, when I opened it she had walked in, she said "where's the wife ?" Replied "she left for work!" Kathy said" want to get high!" Replied "Sure!" Went upstairs and sat on the couch she.