We came away from the mall loaded with packages, bags and parcels.The boys dropped me off at the entrance to "Salle Monique" carrying the outfit they ...ad chosen for me, saying they'd be back at 6:00 to pick me up and that was to use any of their services as I wanted and not to worry about the bill.Salle Monique is one of those temples dedicated to hedonism. It must have cost my brothers a bomb. Monique, whoever she was, trained her girls well in personal care and including Knut the masseur, the. I know how much you wanted me to come home to you alive but I know youre not disappointed in me. I know youre angry and sad and for that I am sorry, sorry for the pain I am causing you. I hoped youd never get this letter. I want you to promise me something, the only thing I ask of you. I want you to move on, not right now but when youre ready. I want you to have everything youve always wanted, and I want you to let someone give you what Ive always wanted to give you, kids, love that will last. She asked, "Does your invitation still stand, or is it too late!" I replied, "Not to worry - you're welcome!"2 minutes later, a knock on the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw that it was - indeed - Chris. She wore a tattered sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off and the neck cut into a deep V. It was apparent she wore no bra. She also sported a pair of lounging pants that didn't even come close to matching the top. She was dressed to be comfortable.I welcomed her in and told her to. She found her coffee already perked and a smile spread over her face. Brian had never prepared coffee for her before. Perhaps he was trying to make amends, to show that although he could make her do anything he wanted, he would do these small favors for her.She was left alone as she drank her coffee, smoking quietly as the thoughts flittered through her mind. Something had changed between them. Something she failed to understand. Overnight she had become passive with her son, he was now the.