“Oh, fuck!” she gasped. “I guess I always knew this could happen,” she said to the kitchen. “It’s time to pay the piper.” It was almost ...:30 when the children were tucked into bed and Kathy went into the master bedroom. Thirty seconds later, Dan came in, closing the door behind him.Kathy turned to face her husband, giving him a smile. She had been considering what to say since sending him to the patio. Her story was ready and it would be the truth. Kathy didn’t think she could lie to her. I was sitting on the lounge at one end, Daryl at the other, and the women were sitting in the middle. Mary got up to go to the loo, and when she came back she sat on the floor between my legs with her back to me, and asked me to play with her hair. I started stroking her head, occasionally sliding my hands down her sides where I could reach her breasts. Carol wanted in on the act too, and was soon sitting between Daryl's legs in the same pose, and Daryl started caressing her.It wasn't long. In fact, his father had once been a university professor--- “for more than a decade”, he’ll have you know; dressed to perfection, strutted with nods, and gulled by self-importance that sometimes put his chin above his nose. Then, fell the guillotine. He said it was “mutual agreement”. Others used the word “indiscretion”. He smirked, flipped them off and left the building. Hell, he was financially secure and he had name recognition, so getting offers would be easy, or so he thought.But. Then it hit me. I nudged Bo in the side and said, “See that guy, just got out of the fancy car, does he look familiar to you?”Bo looked him over closely, and then looked back at me curiously. “Was that who I think he is?”“If you think that was Candy Pants, I think you’re right,” I replied. We both turned back and watched him enter the building. “He’s a lot bigger, though.”“Who’re you talking about?” asked Jim-Bob Terwilliger. He had gone to Saint Catherine’s, but I knew him from the Spartans,.