Jgoes and hides in the house with Mrs. J screaming after him thatshe's going to, "..... divorce his fucking, child molesting ass....." And then Mrs. J...calls my Mother some kind of "..... pervertedpimp ....." and tells her that she's going to go into her house andcome back out with a baseball bat and knock her fucking head off ifMother is still there when she comes out.So I guess my Mother got the message and drove back to Jeff's houseand confronted Mrs. V and started yelling at her, and Mrs. V. She was boogieing in the middle of the crowded dance floor. I hate to dance so I stood on death row that gap around the edge of the dance floor sipping my drink, watching as guys danced around my better half. The occasional would-be-gigolo danced up and got a quick and easy brush off. It brought a smile to my face watching these young would be studs flirt with my wife.Aimee noticed me watching from the sidelines and beckoned me over. I refused and held up her drink. She screwed her pretty face. She said, “That was great honey. I wish that I hadn’t made the girls go to bed, they would have loved to watch us in action.” Then in a slightly louder voice she said, "Isn’t that right girls?” Then she spun around forcing my cock from her and bolted up the stairs to catch them and wrestle around on the floor in the hallway up there.I gathered up our discarded clothing and casually walked up the stairs, past the three of them, and into my bedroom. I tossed the clothes and started a shower. .. over there," he pointed toward a door marked "Employees Only." "But what about the people who work in the store?" "That's okay," he grinned. "I'm the manager." "The manager?" I blurted with surprise."Yes," he grinned again. "I was keeping an eye on you because I thought you were a shoplifter. I hope you'll forgive my suspicion, but we've got a very low profit margin in the supermarket business. We can't afford to give anything away," He was such a hunk, he was easy to forgive."All right,.