She sent private investigators and agents all over Europe and South America trying to find you. She languished away drinking herself nearly to death o...er you, you fucker. It was all over the news when she had to be put into a treatment facility and you have never even so much as written to her. Lately it had gotten so bad we had to put her, your wife ... my daughter in an institution. She tried to kill herself twice, God damn you. And all the time you're here in fucking Arizona, playing art. Even though I worked in the same industry, I was not a celebrity, so I don't get the same experience she does.She appeared at my door once more, this time, she wanted my help.She wanted to try a "therapy", see if it helps her get over everything. I told her that it wouldn't help, but like I said, she was stubborn."If you don't help me, what if I go outside to find other people?" Miles... don't you dare." I'm serious. I really want to try this. I trust you, please. I promise, if I hate it at any. I would never ever have thought that either of us would bring anything of that nature home to the other.The funny thing is that I have from time to time brought home smudges of lipstick. Not on so incriminating a place as my dick I hasten to add, but even a trace on my cheek could make Deidre go ballistic. One infamous example was shortly after we were married. One Saturday I had gone to see my parents (something Deidre went to great lengths to avoid even back then) and Great Aunt Margaret was. I was kissing the most beautiful girl in the world. She sank back slowly pulling me on top of her. She whispered: (“…oh Mich, we have to talk about this. We have to keep this top secret and never let anyone know about this….your so special to me….feel me Mich….feel me all over.”Tami……..I wasn’t expecting him to lean over and kiss me. My whole body buzzed in shock. He just made it so easy for me to get to what I wanted. Him and I in bed, having beautiful lovers sex. I had to discuss many things.