This story mentions RSP’s and RRSP’s. To my American readers, these are synonymous to your 401K’s. Thanks for reading. WR A Picture – Worth A ...housand Words It’s the same old cliché, the husband is the last to know. Well, in my case perhaps not the last but I was well down on the list. I’ve always been considered fairly easy going. Not much got me really upset, even the stress of a network that wouldn’t co-operate or software that didn’t work the way it should didn’t really get to me too much.. He examined his surroundings almost with the air of one who is never pleased."It did look rather larger outside," he said nasally. "Are you certain you have enough room?"Claude smiled, and it was not a smile she had seen before. It was ... amiable, no hint of cruelty underneath."You've barely seen the rest, Henry. Relax."He sniffed dubiously, but then he spotted Renee."That's her?" he asked Claude."Yes." Hmph. A bit skinny, wouldn't you say?" He strode forward, grasped her breast before she. Surly they’d listen to reason, he thought to himself. All he had to do was talk to the cops and they’d understand.Putting on his coat, as he descended the stairs, Roberto arrived at the front door just as the police were pulling up in their squad car. One of the cops was officer Campbell. Roberto knew him from the old days when the young officer patrolled the neighborhood. He was one of the good guys. Roberto had him over for dinner a couple of times and he fixed the young cops shoes for. As the doors slide closed I lean in and kiss her cheek, instantly I feel her fingers on my neck and her head turns. Our lips find each other’s, that same taste returns as our mouths open and tongues embrace. Swirling together gently as my hand explores her body. The bell dings quicker than I was expecting as the lift reaches Level 5, the doors slide open as we giggle and walk hand in hand down the corridor. Checking the signs, finding room 512, I present the card and hear the electronic buzz.