I got to spend most of the morning with Mom and the Larimers (along with Brian and Dom, who had been sent to watch over us as we meandered through the...Dallas shopping district). The older adults hadn’t treated the security guys as an accessory. They had brought them into every conversation and asked about details of their lives.We got back to the hotel after lunch and I gave Liz a soft massage before she drifted off for a short nap. Then I cuddled up with her to help keep her warm.She awoke. Time kolkata key bahar hi rehetahu-shadi ki timney?-ha ek beti hay abhi 5 th standard mey par rahi hay-ohh accha-tumhara husband kaha hay?-woh to out of station posted hay aur mera beta college key 2nd year mey hayManey socha kon hay yeh admi jiskey sath maa itni batey kar rahi hayPar door band haney ki karan may andar dekh nahi paa raha tha,par maney dekha ki room ka window open hay maney dhirey sey andar jhakk key dekha ki mery papa key age sey tora kam age ka ek admi thaComplextion thora. No more pictures. Just a dead, lifeless screen. A suitable metaphor for the state of my heart, my life and my marriage. Dark, empty and lifeless.Giving in to my temper, I threw my phone hard against the wall. Hurling it as hard as I could. Instantly regretting it, the phone my own link, however slender, with Jill and the faintest of hopes that I could somehow rescue my marriage from Chris' designs on my wife.Looking down at the shattered device, I knew there was no chance of coaxing it back to. I looked Patti up and down; she was so very horny. She'd cut her hair very short since the last time I'd seen her and now she was wearing a large pair of dangly earrings, very ethnic looking. Stretched across her vast boobs, she had a bright yellow, cross over top, which revealed a large portion of her tits and a lot of cleavage. A thick red leather belt was wrapped around her surprisingly narrow waist; she'd been working out, that was for sure. Below the red belt was a rather short black denim.