Julie finally broke the kiss, stepped back out of my arms and said she needed to go through her clothes to see what she had that fit her new clothing ...tyle. She smiled like a minx and said she might need to go shopping. I smiled too, there was no age difference when it came to women and the joy of shopping for new clothes. I laughed as I handed her my credit card and said go knock youself out. As she ran out of the house to get her bike I yelled after her, remember only very short, very loose. Tuesday evening after work I went to Jim's place, Kay's car wasn't there she should've been there close to an hour ago. I didn't know if Jim was home or not so I parked as far up the road as I could to still be able to see if someone pulled in Jim's driveway. By seven I decided that Kay must have picked him up and gone out I drove around town at places they might be, but my wife's car was not to be found. I drove back to Jim's place as it was getting dark, Kay's car was parked in the driveway I. The following day I was at home by myself - all set to begin arranging the big night. I had a good idea of Emily’s morning routine by now - she went on a morning jog everyday, and she always made sure to pass by my house at roughly the same time in the hopes of running into me. This time when she reached my driveway - peering hopefully through the screen of trees as she usually did - I was standing at the front door waiting. Emily checked her stride at actually seeing me there; visibly. I had maintained the same phone number the entire time and it was similar to a conventional local phone number. Andrea's number was one of the new cell-only numbers.I was pretty sure neither of the mystery numbers was Barry's cell phone but just to be certain I checked. As expected, it was quite different. Did he have a trac phone too? I suppose the easiest thing to do was to call the number and see who answered. However, if it was Barry, and if he had caller I.D., he'd know it was me and that.