When I finally did fall asleep it was not a restful sleep.Lori's trip to the opera made me start thinking and the thoughts I was having were not all t...at nice. The biggie of course was "Is my wife cheating on me?" I couldn't bring myself to believe that she was, but I did start paying more attention to the things she said and did — or said that she was doing — and I did spend a lot of time looking for clues that all wasn't right with us. I didn't notice anything that rang any bells and after. “I think I’ll have everything, but I want you to keep those boots on!” He grinned, pleased with himself “Can I take photos of you?” He questioned.“For an additional fifty you can take photos and videos if you want!” I giggled, licking his ear slowly.He moaned sexily as he took the door key from his pocket and swiped the electronic lock. The door opened and I noticed the door number was 1561!The room was directly above Simon’s and would be directly opposite our room.“I’ll just nip to the powder. For me?”“For you. Look there. You’re half right. He’s not alone, but she isn’t one of his rough friends. Now can we go around?”“I don’t think they want to talk to us. That’s Sharon. She used to baby-sit for Barry a coupla years ago. Well -- for both of us -- but Barry was too young to leave alone.”“And you say you are getting too old to skinny dip!”“She doesn’t know you see her. She would be mad if she knew -- me too, but maybe not as much. Maybe more, ‘cause I know her.”“Well, Ted sure sees. "What is it sweetheart?"She placed a card in a sealed envelope on the table. The number 74 was written in one corner. "Mom told me to give this to you."I smiled to myself. Before she died, McKayla had given Maureen a giant binder full of CDs and letters. She had also made arrangements for a birthday card to be delivered by hand to our daughter each year until her death. The binder came with a specific list of life events with instructions on when to play the message she had left on the disc..