The husband didn’t talk much. He wasn’t even present in most of our conversations. He would excuse himself sometimes talk to others and then come ...ack and sit with me and his wife at the bar.In our conversations the marry woman, Pam kept saying “I really like you” and kept looking over to her husband saying, “I really like him.” I was flattered and stimulated with our conversations. Excuse myself to go to the restroom. I was thinking it’s time to retire and go up to my room and call it a night.. ..The next time, my wife came home early and caught us buck-naked on the couch in the den. She made quite a scene: told the other wife, told her parents and mine, and next thing I know I’m divorced. I decided it’d be easier to start over in another place, so I moved down here. “And since then?” I asked. “No other guys,” he said. “A few women, just to prove to myself I wasn’t gay. But I was never happy. I kept thinking about that guy. We talked on the phone a few times, secretly, but never. Forrester; he says he's a detective from the Denver Police Force."Oh-oh, thought John. "Ok, send him in, Angela." Hello, Mr Forrester; my name is Paul Donohue, I'm a detective from the Denver Police Force." What can I do for you, Detective Donohue?" as I pressed the intercom so Angela could listen in discreetly out at her desk."Well, Mr. Forrester, sometime last year I was handed a case in Denver that has us all baffled. It seems that two men from the Denver area were kidnapped, then. Seeing it was almost five, I reached over grabbed the radio. It was Antonio calling me back, so I filled him in on the rest of today’s events. He grumbled a bit about me not calling him in to help with the arrangements, but I reminded him it was a Sunday, and I wouldn’t let him come in to work unless there was a full-scale alien invasion, if that.“I can see that,” he replied. “A fucking U.F.O. would be landing, and you would be all, ‘Get out of here, it’s your day off’. Knowing you, I would.