Maybe I should have known.But I didn't, so, oblivious to our diminishing moments together, I absent-mindedly stared at the baked potato in front of me...as she chatted with my parents. "Math," she answered."Well, yeah, but not just any old math," I prompted, looking up at her. She smiled and kicked my shin under the table."Discrete math," she proclaimed with mock self-importance, "otherwise it'd be boring." I returned to my potato.Later that evening, Emily and I reclined on my bed together, tears. Look Danielle, I can show how and when." Dan winced, but had to agree that the name fit now.Standing in front of the mirror, Sharon instructed her former husband, now Danielle, in the fine art of applying makeup. Explaining step by step, Danielle was a quick learner and soon her makeup job was finished. Sharon demonstrated how fingernails and toenails should be done to add accent to the complete look. He picked the proper outfit and shoes, along with right shade of stockings, matching garters. She let out a small cry and he sparked the other cheek just as hard. Then he went down further and started fingering her pussy. “I knew you were a whore Lisa. Look at you, your soaking wet. You’re enjoying this.” Al brought his fingers up which glistened with her juices to prove his point. I couldn’t believe it. But truth be told I was halfway to a full on erection watching him manhandle my wife while three other men watched with me. “You’re going to let me do whatever I want for the next week. ?"Mother, I did stop for a drink with some co-workers, just briefly--"?"A drink, Leland?" Mother's eye brows raised. "You had an alcoholic--"?"A Shirley Temple--"I protested. "It was just a Shirley Temple, with ginger ale and grenadine."?"You know, Leland" Mother said. "I didn't tolerate punctuality problems from your Daddy when he was alive, and I won't tolerate it from you either."?Mother? smiled, tapping the watch, and looking at my reddening cheeks.?"After all, when your Daddy was running.