I could almost hear the gears clicking as Diane and Holly looked at each other, but figured with Susan there, they wouldn't take the chance of startin... anything with each other.A while later, the three of them swarmed downstairs, laughing and giggling as they made their way into the kitchen to see if Mom had anything for them to eat. It wasn't long until supper, so Mom didn't have any trouble talking them into hot chocolate and a couple of cookies each. With the promise of food and drink, they. Maybe this is that one more thing.”“You’re not disappointed?” she asked sheepishly.“I didn’t say that. When we left the restaurant, I thought that...” I frowned. “I was entertaining thoughts of divorcing Barb for you at some point down the road. Dinner made me certain that you and I have more in common than I ever had with her. If he’d returned in a month, you might have laughed in his face, but he’s here now and I haven’t captured near enough of your heart to make you turn him away.”She looked. "What if I take all forty, sir?" Wendy pleaded."Nah, that wouldn't be nearly as much fun. For us, anyway. Five seconds ... both of you each get twenty by your own hands or she gets forty by mine and I won't spare her face," Chris ended with an evil grin."Four..." Three..." Two..." One..." Both of us sir, thank you sir for the choice!" Wendy screamed it at the last moment."Okay, both of you it is. One last thing. No more than 3 welts anywhere near each other or they all count as one! Here's a. That small croaking sound that let me know she had been trying to suppress her sobs for a while now and my heart continued to shatter. In that single moment I became very aware of how I’d failed my wife. I didn’t know what exactly I did, but something or the lack of something had made her doubt my affections for her. I hadn’t told her enough, supported her enough, or provided for her enough. Somehow, I had let her get to the point where she had to ask and that killed me inside. I could hear.