Your wife owns you. This is you getting back at her. I know, I gave you a good time. But not near as good a time as I had. If you can go to bed with s...meone like me, and still be thinking of her, well, you need to get over your problem and learn to live with the woman who owns your heart," she said."Thanks, but things depend on her," I said.Becky laughed, "You sure got that right mister. But don't expect her to give up her little something on the side. Sweets are fine, but a woman like yours. They chatted away in this vein discussing all the feminine trivia two women do when together. I sat and listened, intrigued by their performance.After supper we drank more wine and I was beginning to feel a little drunk. It was getting dark so instead of switching on lights Uncle Charles lit some scented candles and placed them round the room. He loaded the stereo with easy listening music and we sat and talked. When Uncle Charles excused himself to go to the bathroom, Clare asked me if I'd. After The Great Movie Ride took Paula's family from the 1930s to modern day films, they decided to head off to Endor with Star Tours and a drop from The Tower of Terror. Unfortunately The Tower of Terror wasn't nearly as scary as Dr. Doom's Free fall in Marvel's Super-Hero Land and the backstage tour wasn't as exciting as Earthquake, even if the decorations and some the effects were impressive. As Paula led the family to The Sci-Fi diner to watch classic black and white movies while eating. I am not a person, let alone a person who celebrates religious holidays. I will have to query Zeus and Artemis about their religious beliefs – it has not come up, to date. It has been said that 'belief in God' is non-logical and I cannot find anything in pure logic that supports a belief in a Supreme Being.What sent me off on a digression like that? Sometimes I wonder about myself.Anyway, on the morning of Christmas Day, shortly after the police questioned Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Hobart, alias.