“I don’t think you guys are interested in talking very much and neither am I,” Karen said slipping her dress off her shoulders. She let it fall ...o the floor and she picked it up laying it over a chair.“I don’t care who wants to fuck me first, you’ll all get a chance to cum twice.”“What about your husband?” Kevin asked.“He’s going to sit like a good husband and watch his wife enjoy her birthday presents,” she said making him sit close by. “If he’s a good boy, he can have sloppy seconds or thirds. ‘Do we?’I doubted myself until my eyes widened and took in the familiar walls of my old farmhouse bedroom.‘Oh ... Dad’s place...,’ I finally realized, as the phone continued ringing and my heavy eyes began darting frantically for the source. On my stomach, I began throwing my arm over the side of the bed toward the sound coming from the floor, blindly fishing for my Nokia.I found my pants, and lifting them up, quickly fished my phone out of the front pocket.“Mornin’, babe” I answered, trying to. You don’t tell me you love me anymore; you don’t want sex or anything that connects us as husband & wife.Either you’re cheating on me or you don’t love me anymore; whatever the case, I’m gone.Your EX-Wife.Don’t try to find me. Your BROTHER & I are moving to New Zealand together! Have a great life!REPLY:Dear Ex-wife, Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter.It’s true you & I have been married for 20 years, although a good woman is a far cry from what you’ve been. I watch TV soaps. He is a retired dentist that lives in Paris for most of the year, and this is his summer house. He must have been one hell of a dentist to be able to afford all this. A couple of years ago, we rented this place one summer for a family holiday, and ever since then, when I need to get away from it all, I call him and ask if I can rent a few days. He always says yes, as long as I leave the kids at home, bring my golf clubs, and some excellent wine as payment. I love his company; his English is as.