“I travel there several times a year,” he said. “We should get together.” “We certainly should,” I said. “When’s your next visit?”... “Next month, actually,” he said. “It’s a date.” --- When I got home the atmosphere seemed to have lightened a bit. My wife was less distant, less grim-faced, though she still didn’t give any indication of wanting sex from me. Then one weekend morning, about a week after I got back from Chicago, I caught her masturbating in bed. I had gotten up early to. About 7m along we came to a huge wall of vegetation. She forced some branches apart and we squeezed through. Beyond there was a small moss covered clearing. At the far end there was a muddy area and a stream. The whole clearing was speckled with shade. Julia threw herself down on the moss and I lay down beside her. Did I shock you then? she laughed. Im not normally like that you know. But I love you, so it seemed natural. Like masturbation. she laughed again as I went wide eyed at this. “That’s wild that you were in on this,” he said to me as we moved about and got up. “Huh, what are you talking about?”“Well, when Dad set this up, he never let on that it’d be you in here.”“Are you kidding? He didn’t? You mean, you didn’t know?” I was staring at him in disbelief.“No, he told me that he had a friend who was hot, fun and good in bed. We talk sometimes about my wanting to get more experience, and he said he’d try to set me up. Couple days ago, he told me to be here but that his. I tried the last one and the computer obligingly let me in.I opened her mail box and found nothing in the inbox. She had created a number of files, all of them seemingly related to her business. I began to systematically go through each one to see if I could find anything of interest. It was a tedious business, but I stuck with it. At length, I opened a file marked Ginny and found a series of e-mails addressed to someone named Ginny.I began to read them, as this was a completely different type.