"Divorce? Wait, John. Hold on. Aren't you jumping the gun just a bit. All you have are suppositions, suspicions. I admit that it doesn't look good, bu... don't go off half-cocked. You've got to get to the bottom of this. Talk to Essie, for goodness sake. You know that she can't lie to you. Talk to her." Goddamn it, Renee. She's been lying to me for months, don't tell me that she can't lie, she's gotten damned good at it. Look, Irene. You're into drama, stagecraft, etc. Can you make me up so that. . both got our picture taken, a few times." What? Show me." I think back to what we did and despite the circumstances then, I get a little hot thinking about the photos that might have been taken. He types on his laptop for a few minutes, explaining that the photos are hiding in plain sight where photos aren't normally found, but under aliases and a few other tricks to keep them safe from prying eyes. The first photos look innocent enough. Nice voyeur shots of me undressing and stepping into. We became pretty close at work and built a good friendship. We would talk about her k**s, grandk**s and he non-existent sex life. Well being married and my wife and I had an open relationship. I volunteered to come over and have some fun with her.At first she declined, said she liked me a lot and enjoyed our friendship. She would joke around with me and always teased me by asking if I was happy to see her because she accused me of having a bulge in my pants. My response was always you know. “Go to see if your mum needs some help, Mario.” He went inside to find his mum while I turned the car around.Sitting behind the wheel waiting for him to return, playing with the different buttons on the steering wheel, trying to figure out what they do. That’s when I noticed the same youth’s which were harassing customers last time I came here. Pressing the button to open the window so I can hear what was going on. Who ever went into the shop or left they would say some comment or stand in.