I don’t know what to do whether to jump in happiness or hug her or kiss rather I just made another conversation.As she was in the mute mode. I asked...again.She said that I have seen you many times masturbating by hiding from the door keeping it half opened ( I don’t have an AC so the door will be always half opened).I was amazed and held her hand by mine and pushed her to the kitchen slab.She resisted and said it is wrong.But I continued. I kissed her lips wow her boobs were pressing my. On our way back, my sexy wife was a little bit groggy after those drinks…She begged me to enter an adult theater to sit down, because she was feeling her legs weak. I noticed the adult movie was already in progress, but Anita said it was fine foe her; she just wanted to sit down for a while…We made our way to a row of seats away from a few men sitting by. We sat down and my wife commented that she was really hammered by those nice margaritas…I convinced her to stay there for a while, until she. She drew in her breath and then said, "Like I was trying to tell you before, the LAPD has asked for our help tracking down some serial killer. They only reason the FBI is even able to get involved at all is that after brutally and sexually assaulting women this killer left the dead bodies of two Los Angles prostitutes across state lines, one in Nevada and the other in Arizona. They, just like his other victims were found abandoned naked in some kind of grim display, as if to taunt authorities. When most of these people were younger, they would have been called yuppies, now, I’m not sure what they are called.I looked up from a long passage that I had entered and reentered and then corrected to see a couple walk in the door. They took the first two seats at the bar with the guy having his back to me and the woman facing him and by default, me.She had short, dark blonde, hair and a very pleasant face. Her profile was lovely and matched her haircut to a T. I was typing away, occasionally.