Yolanda got up took my hand and sat us both on the couch. She smiled and pulled her skirt up further as she sat down. “The kids are sound asleep. ...f you want, we can spend some adult time with each other. I’m super horny right now.”I bent over and gave her a kiss. She didn’t really return it. I guess she was thinking more about fucking than making love. Her hand went to my crotch and she squeezed my hardening cock. “Mmmmm, that’s a nice piece of man meat.” Yolanda unzipped my slacks and. ‘Sarah, you’ll be OK in the guest room, won’t you?’ ‘Of course, that’s fine,’ she said. ‘I’m here – we all are – for you, whatever you need.’ I went upstairs to the master bedroom. Pam’s personal things – nightwear, toiletries – had already gone, though her clothes were still in wardrobes and drawers. I got ready for bed, and pulled the covers over me, the bed feeling too large, too empty, too cold. But exhaustion from the emotion of the day, of all the preceding days, overtook me, and I. “Tea!” he laughed, “I haven’t touched alcohol in nearly four years. I’ll put your flowers in water if you like.”“Oh! Yes, please,” she said, somewhat surprised as she handed over Eve’s bouquet, “Then I’ll join you in a cup of tea, too.”She was thoughtfully quiet while he bustled about in the suite’s galley area brewing the tea. Then she called out, “Isn’t that when you were going through your second divorce, you know, four years ago?”“Uh huh!” he answered as he brought through the tray with jug. So much for my plan to come clean.As I was considering the situation, I caught my third fish. I smiled, realizing from the pull on the line that it was a good size. When I finally drew it close, I knew I would definitely be in the lead by weight. It was a nicely fattened brown trout, perhaps fourteen inches long. I worked carefully to land it, trying to avoid an excited error that would let the sleek spotted fish get free before I could claim it.When I had a good grip of its jaw and extracted.