He explains to them that he has a charity cocktail on Saturday and doesn’t have a date. Perhaps he suggests they could accompany him. It would be a ...ood chance for Kitty to meet new people and relax. Cris can see LA high society and take in some culture. Kitty and Cris look at him skeptically. He can’t help grinning.“What?” John says.“You know I can’t be your date.” Kitty says firmly.“I didn’t say you’d be my date. This will be a strictly business function for you, you’ll be collecting business. My wordstaper out to nothing. Silence. 10 seconds probably but it feels like 10hours. Finally she speaks 'I know....I've known......for so long"almost murmured, hushed. "Go......get out of my bedroom John....sleepin the spare room" I try to plead 'but Wendy" " just go John, go, now,please". I slowly rise to my feet, I can't face her, I can't talk toher, head lowered, eyes downcast, tears tumbling, I leave our bedroom,her bedroom, and wonder, oh god, what have I just done.Strange dreams haunt my. My family doctor Dr. Jacobs was in and he graciously slipped me in between appointments. After a thorough exam and a blood test he diagnosed me with a minor S.T.D. He sat me down and explained that it would take about a week to go away with treatment and that my wife was probably not showing any symptoms as yet and to get her to come in. I thanked him and told him I would pass back at the end of the week for a follow up and to receive the results of my blood test.I left his office in a foul. This was only to be expected, but I also noticed that the earlier recruits to my harem seemed to assume, and were generally accorded, a degree of priority. Fran was the head of this group but Connie, Gabby, Alicia and even Kylie found themselves deferred to and took advantage to claim the best sleeping quarters in the twins' rooms and the three guest bedrooms. With much bed-sharing about a dozen girls slept in relative comfort leaving all the others to find what resting-places they could in a.