He was finally free to do what he wanted, when he wanted and with whom he wanted. He knew he was going to have resolve the sexual tension in his life ...nd brain but was not sure how to do it. He had never been real smooth with woman and he was relatively inexperienced with sex as his wife had been the only partner he had ever been with.He knew he measured up to other men, he had a cock like a porn star, and he was in good shape for his age. His dark hair was still thick, and his waist while not. “You are planning to ruin our marriage, aren’t you?”“I don’t want to. And I don’t want to hold you responsible for wrecking our marriage,” I replied, trying to maintain my calm.“Then what do you want?” he asked narrowing his eyes.“I want to know why Kate cheated on me,” I blurted out.There was a long silence. Derry looked down, as if to study the patterns on the rug, while I studied his facial features. I sipped my beer and breathed a sigh of relaxation.I couldn’t bear the awkwardness created. ‘Oh well,’ he thought, ‘Just about a dozen surprises for them when we get there.’ He had forgotten that on board the aircraft they were effectively in Kobekistan.Susan Davies made it quite clear that she believed all the tapes Mahmoud ibn Sultan had sent were, in fact, ‘fixed’ in some way. She had been trying to achieve the same effect but her results were, she had to admit, poor as it needed all the overtones of each syllable to be considered separately and that took over twenty hours work to. It was filled from floor to ceiling with boxes of comics and magazines and it was the shop owners personal collection that was there. He was a regular guy, nothing special. No major distinguishing features. But he was always there. I think he might have lived in the back of the store actually. His car was always there. Even when the store was closed.Kind of in the back of the store, on top of a fairly tall counter, was a box of sexually oriented comics. The few times I sneaked peaks in.