On the way home, I told my friends what I had seen. They told me that was horrible that she would just blow someone like that, that giving head was na...ty, that they did it but didnt like it, just about everything but being excited how big he was. I was drunk. Alone in my room. It was two in the morning. The hallways were dark, there was no noise. I got online and went to a chat room. Most were fake people. The first guy I found was older, married. Second guy was younger, but far away. Third. If it goes well let him know you thinkhe has been wearing your clothes and that you don't mind but want tounderstand.'Looking at the email I grinned as I read, 'Whatever you do and howeverstupid he looks don't laugh.'Suddenly the enormous nature of my problem hit me. Here I was planningwith a total stranger how to get my husband to admit he wears mypanties. Was I going to ruin my marriage? Should I just ignore thesituation? My heart felt heavy with worry and I felt my eyes well withtears.I. You know I have started three of these IT businesses and they have left me financially very secure, he said. Of course, I nodded, assuming just that. What does she do all day? She works out almost every day, does a lot of charity work, is chair of our childrens PTA and really enjoys shopping, he finished, chuckling. But she doesnt have time for sex? I asked, setting up my next statement. It seems not, he sighed. Well, maybe your wife is switching to my side, I smiled, already making plans for. Was I now going to be dismissed for doing the opposite?I showed the email to David. He too feared the worse but said he would come with me to support my contention that I had no choice. We drove to the house and I expected a huge fight and being immediately unemployed. But David was determined to tell all and damn the consequences. The first surprise was that my boss wasn’t there. Mrs Olsen said he was at the office. I suspected she had banished him there. “Come in” we were told and led into.