We set things up in Robert's home city and met Him for dinner at an upscale hotel restaurant on the Friday night.Jaye (my wife -- then 44 -- for those...of you who are new to our saga) was wearing a light cardigan over a linen camisole, her above-the-knee black skirt, garter belt and stockings, hoop earrings, Queen of Spades pendant, and 3" high heels. Of course, no bra or panties -- which is why she had the cardigan: to distract from her long nipples tenting the cami.Robert showed up dressed in. I doubt that she could afford one, but with your alimony, who knows? Incidentally, are you moving out or just crashing at Sasha’s place still with her and Trudy?“I gotta tell ya, that’s still freaking weird, you sleeping with the very divorce court judge who shafted you along with your new fiancee in a menage a trois romance. That’s so not you! Not the David Leland that I recall growing up. The faithful boyfriend. The one-woman man. The jealous hubby who left Alycen over her adultery. The. That was down from more than thirty several years ago, before we started hunting them down. Fine. It’s a good place to start.Here, Mr. Black was the expert. He could take one look at the horizon and say “Yes, that is East Isle. It used to have twenty or more ships and there were three yards that could repair or build a ship but I don’t know what has changed over the years.”While Tom wanted me to tell him what we were going to do, I had to defer to him as the expedition commander. We finally. She wanted to blame herself for Frank’s lack of stamina. But it wasn’t because she didn’t try. She did everything she could, as she usually does, to get his blood boiling. For instance, she put into use a ploy that never failed. She knew of a secret. He never admitted to it, but she knew of Frank’s secret smoking fetish. Through the last half of these ten years, she had slowly begun to notice his desirable dick getting hard in his pants every time she’d light up. The realization didn’t come.