For the time being it was over, supposedly. She would not talk to me, though I tried. Then, for some odd reason, it started up again, but again we got...caught and this frightened her so badly that she put the brakes on hard this time. Shortly after that I took a job in Iowa and vowed to make a permanent change in my life and commit wholeheartedly to my wife. For about four to five years I didn’t really communicate with my friend, but in 1981 my youngest son mentioned an interest in spending time. It excited and thrilled me beyond description. The last letter was from the publisher himself explaining how I had been voted the most bonkable reader's wife of the year by all the readers of his magazines. He also offered me a modeling contract which was also in the package to spend a month in England modeling for the magazine and doing some soft porn strip tease videos (England had strict pornography laws). I was offered round trip airfare (just for me), deluxe accommodations while in. Memo had left us to tend to the fields and Lucille went upstairs to take a nap. Sunny and I went into the den to talk some more as she showed me some pictures. Most were of the Chicago scenery. She sat close next to me and I could smell the scent of her Chanel No. 5. I desperately wanted to hold her close to me, but had to fight the urge. I saw a picture of Sunny and an older white guy around my age. He was built, holding her waist and kissing her cheek. I wished I could be in his place. "I. .." I was choked up, actually! It took all of my willpower to stand back... "I'm going to do my best by each and every one of you tonight -- starting with YOU!" I pointed to Keisha, "but it's dinner time and we can't just fuck for four hours and not eat, so please shift to 'Attention' before I totally lose it!" They did so, reluctantly, it seemed. "God! If we didn't have kids to feed..." I moved forward and softened their disappointment by kissing each of them, slowly, starting with Frieda on.