Jackson sitting behind him, her hand on his shoulder.Evie kept a smile plastered on her face, hoping it would mask the worry she felt when she saw how...truly feeble Arthur Jackson was today. His face was far grayer than it had been at his home yesterday, and this little bit of exertion moving from one vehicle to the other had made his breathing very noticeable. I screwed up. We should have had the meeting at their home. I didn't realize he was this bad. He seems to have gotten a lot worse since. Mary was going to buy me some clothes. So, I was Ken for the morning. When we finally got back to her place, it was almost noon, and Mary sighed as the door closed behind us. ‘God, I wish we’d had more time. It was all so rushed. I barely even got you anything decent.’ I smiled to myself, and put my arms around her shoulders, hugging her to me. ‘You are something decent. And that’s all I want.’ She melted against me, her smile warm and happy. Her skin darkened in a blush that took my breath. .." Sorry Mom, I can't hear you. I'm not talking to you on the phone, I'm packing my things."What a great excuse to get off the line! Or rather, it was great to have an excuse to get off the line. The excuse itself, well, no, it wasn't so great.The receiver clattered set back in its cradle as I turned to sit down. I was half-dead from a long day at work, from a long week of work. I was hungry, but I'd been too tired to do anything about it. Other than to abort Plan A by moving the fresh. ”Emily was surprised, as she thought Rick and I had an airtight marriage. I had to tell her it was not as airtight as it appeared. She saw a photo of Rick and me on our mantle.“But he’s such a good-looking guy,” Emily said.“I know,” I replied. “But he’s got issues.”“Issues?” Emily inquired. “Every guy has issues.”“Yeah,” I replied. Emily remained quiet for a few seconds.“Do you still want to do the orgy thingy?” she asked. I said that I did, even though I had some serious hesitations.Emily.