After the kids went to bed, I tried to start some foreplay with my wife of fifteen years. But for the 1162nd day in a row, she said she had a headache...and went to bed without so much as kissing me goodnight.I stayed up finishing my nightly ritual. Watch a war movie or two, surf some porn sites looking for new scenes, then spending some quality time with Mrs. Palmer and her five daughters. The only difference between tonight and the other nights was that the house was 92°F and about 4,000%. Depends on how you looked at it. A couple of weeks ago, headed for work, I was getting on the interstate. Her 4-wheel drive super-charged toy passed me on the entrance ramp, really stupid because most people are watching out the left side of their vehicle, she passed me on the right. I don’t think she knew it was me, but I started leaving earlier or using a slightly different route. The next week one of the guys saw her getting a ticket on the side of the road by a female cop. She was late that. ”Paulo chuckled. “You should tell him. Some guys like to use them on their wives and girlfriends. It’s all good fun.”She giggled. “Yes, I suppose I should.”“I’ll get you one for you to use here,” he told her. “Is the one you have at home a big one?”“No, it’s quite a small one.”“You need a nice big thick one,” Paulo said. “One that will remind you of me. One that you can use between my visits.”I could see his fingers busy moving between her thighs. “You intend seeing me then after this holiday?”. We were supposed to be trying for a baby awhile back. But I guess that just hasn't worked out, what with our new living arrangement...My fiancee's attention is transfixed on something. She's got a look of horror on her face.As I look from her bright blue eyes to the window where she's staring, I grow horrified too. Staring right back at us is a man in the full-room window of a decrepit house. He's about my age, but he's got muscles in places where I didn't know muscles could be. What's most.