"Kristin sent you a postcard? Dude..." Shut up, Jeff," I growled."Brody?"I grabbed the postcard from Mom's hand and tried to contain my blush. "Just a...girl from school." That's quite a postcard from 'just a girl'." Did you read it?" I defensively asked. Mom didn't usually encroach on my privacy, so I was surprised.The corners of her mouth turned down. "I didn't need to read it." You knew it was from Kristin," I accused.Mom turned to face me, her fists on her hips, her expression hard. "I saw. Also kurious spoke of her nature. She was curious. Very curious. About lots of things. She kept her profile simple and to the point. She hoped it sounded sexy enough to at least get her a few nibbles.'20-year-old college girl, passing time but not wasting it. Not looking for anything specific, just friendly people. Open-minded, a bit shy, and yes, curious. Message me if you are genuine.'As she clicked 'Accept', she thought, 'In for a penny, in for a pound'.When she entered the chat rooms under. When she noticed she'd read the same paragraph three times, she finally put it down, and let her mind wind itself around the man that had moved into the house next door. She didn't really understand why she had given in so easily to his invitation to dinner, but she found herself actually looking forward to it, which surprised her.When she told her mother later about the invitation, she didn't seem surprised, but wisely, made little fuss about it. Darra had had that deer in the headlights look. They themselves had a woman they loved on the side. They wanted to find evidence of adultery to make the divorce "cost less".It sickened me, to know that was the motive. But that wasn't the worst part. Oh no, the worst part was that some, perhaps 20%, did or didn't think their wife was cheating, but that didn't matter. They wanted me to catch them cheating. They wanted me to toss them into a compromising situation. They either wanted me to drag them there somehow, or had hired someone to bring.