I gave them a very tight embrace, but then they felt the change in me. I watched them move back away from me with a look of pure terror on their faces...I calmly said, “Not the smartest move.”Upstairs I grabbed my phone, passport, black and purple high-security badges, laptop, and change of underwear.Whoever stocked my closet knew there might be a time when I would need what I found in a suitcase off to one side. Inside it, I found form-fitting Kevlar combat armor and boots. A note told me to. Did you lock it up with my other jewelry?" she asked me, not actually asking as much as expecting me to fetch it for her.It would have looked stunning with her outfit, I must admit."No, Martha. I took it back to the jeweler and got my money back," I stated, preparing for the storm to come."Mark, if that is a joke, it is in very poor taste. Could you just go and get me my pendent?" she insisted, her tone getting brusque."No, Martha, it isn't a joke. You told me to take it back if I thought that. “Will Sabrina be coming for a visit tomorrow?” My wife inquired out of the blue as I walked by her in the kitchen. The question was so unexpected that it took me several seconds to register and process it. Eventually I turned around, raised an eyebrow and replied with a single word, “Why?” As soon as the word escape my lips I thought that maybe I had missed an opportunity to have a totally different weekend than the one I had envisioned, one that would not have been relaxing but far more. “Let her in,” a male voice calls from the other room. Another adds loudly, “I’ll invite her if she isn’t on the list.”In response, the sergeant nods his head in the direction of the room and enters something on his notepad.“I don’t remember seeing you around,” one young man says as he hurries up to me.“But you invited me, Jeremy,” I reply. “Don’t you remember? You said this would be a world-class fuckfest and you wanted some real nympho women here so you could take one up to your room.”“They.