Our sex life was superb, at least in my mind. Brenda was a very sexy lady and she got hit on all the time, but for years I had watched her ward off ad...ances with a smile and I was secure in the knowledge that she was mine. And then one day I found out that she wasn't. Mine maybe, but definitely not all mine.I know it sounds like a cliché, but I found out the way most husbands do; an unexpected trip home during the day, a strange car in the drive, sounds of passion from the upstairs bedroom, a. I continued my conversation, glancing up furtively occasionally, but at no moment did she acknowledge me or look in my direction. Slowly though, she shifted, so that every so often my view would get better. My conversation companions were oblivious, they did not have the same angle of vision and in any case they were entertained talking about this and that. I finished my meal and went to fetch a new plate with some pieces of fruit, seizing the occasion to adjust my bench so that my viewpoint. No disturbances! He demands absolute privacy.”“Armand! There are infiltrators on the property!”“Then go find them,” he replied succinctly. “No infiltrators here.” Then they heard the door slam.Once more, the barking sounded, but they breathed a collective sigh of relief that hear that it was outside the building, the heavy steps of Armand being the only sound nearby. They all listened to those heavy steps as the man retreated back in the direction from which he’d come, and they all heard those. Enough said about the mess in Vietnam. Any way thirty days of leave was supposed to help me forget what happened. My first few experiences back in. My home town were quiet spent mostly sat in my local bar and grill in the company of s few old friends, but of course the conversation eventually turned to the current state of affairs and when asked about my personal experiences despite the fact I Didn,t want to talk about most of it the drink had relaxed me enough to relate a much toned down.