.... no reply. By 6am I was worried and tried calling, it rang and then went to answer machine, I left a message.At 7:30am I heard the front door open...and footsteps gingerly walking up the stairs. I lay in bed and watched her come in looking cold an still tipsy. I asked her why she didn't reply and why she was so late? She mumbled some answer about taxi's and then said she wanted to shower.I got up from the bed and walked into the en-suite as she turned the water on. Gripping her waist. I was getting hard again just thinking of her with those other guys. Yeah, I really needed the break from her. It was beginning to be a problem. I checked in at the airport and went to the bar. Today was opening day and there was a baseball game on TV. It was spring coming soon. Kana kept talking about going to Daytona Beach for spring break. I didn’t want her to miss that just because she married me. Maybe I could get a break from her for another week. That might be nice. I realized I sounded. The end result was that she would be bitchy and irritable and would whine about it all the next day. I could have put an end to it by simply ending the marriage, but I was just too lazy (or too cheap to pay a lawyer) to go to the effort.Six years ago a 'boys night out' changed all that. It changed the lives of several others also, some for the better and some for the worse. As usual it took place on a Friday night. One of the guys had heard about a new titty bar in Newton, a town about thirty. I have some important work at the office. But I have some time left before I get ready. I think it's better to talk and clear our doubts. Isn't it honey?" Mom asked me.I said, "Of course mom. It's always good to clear our doubts before everything."She stood up and took my hand. "Come to my bedroom Jason. It's a better place to discuss."I followed her towards her bedroom watching the swaying of her wide hips. We entered the room and she didn't bother to close the bedroom door as there was no one.