I don't want this Lynds. I've been trying to make it go awayagain..." the first sob broke from him as he shook. Between the sobs hewas able to get out... "It won't... Go... Away... I've tried...Nothingworks... I'm sorry..."I started towards him, but Sam held me back, I was about to tell her tolet me go when Lyndsey finally got up and wrapped her arms around him.He just kept repeating how sorry he was as she led him and sat him downon the bed cradling his head to her chest. She was whispering. Refusing to acknowledge her amusement, he took another ball from the box and began again.Art, his wives and Hope, returned their cold weather gear to the basement, then went to the suite. As soon as they stepped in the door, they stopped to stare."Welcome," Jennie, Ann and Melissa said as one."Wow," Art let out as he stared at the three young women all dressed in black and white waiter's garb. The couches and seats had been pushed against the walls, and a nice dining table now sat in the middle. "In that case, I'm ageless." What no pretty little thing waiting at home for you?"I'd been made redundant from a large software house a little less than a year ago. The directors, in their wisdom, had moved everything to India. I'd been lucky to land my current job looking after the business's ancient computer system. I found the task of upgrading everything arduous and time consuming yet enjoyable and ultimately satisfying. I'd only finished about a month ago. During the upgrade there had been. It had to, I can’t afford mistakes now.We can’t afford mistakes now.From my wife’s expression, she’s caught the subtle message, the question I’m asking. She takes an extra glass of wine, eyeing me over the rim. Her eyes are storm cloud grey, the color of steel, the color of gun barrels, a color I haven’t seen since the Bitch arrived.We’re done with this Bitch. It ends tonight.I clean the kitchen alone, most of the stuff I used can’t be washed in the dishwasher, so it’s almost an hour before.