So I walked over, and she was standing on the toilet, trying to cover her giant cans with our curtains. I stepped into the shower and really didnt see...a spider, but pretended to kill one anyway so I could leave. As I walked over to throw away " the spider I killed" I did see a very real spider crawling towards her foot. Before I could tell her to move, she saw it and jumped off the bowl and I guess she thought I was ready to catch her. She knocked us both down and landed on me, with her giant. I'll give you the whole story in a few minutes.I broke the connection with Mary and went back to Jefferson. His phone was ringing, and he answered it in the way he normally would. Mary said, "I was told to call this number."There was a fairly long pause, then Jefferson said, "My God! OK, thanks. We'll get right on it." He hung up and started making calls to other people within the department. Within a minute or two, the whole building seemed to resemble a hive of disturbed hornets. Out of. My wife said she would stay at the cabin. It was cold and I told Tim I wasn't going to fish. He said me either. We headed back to the cabin. I told him on the ride back that if he wanted to fuck my wife I was OK with it. He said cool. When we got back we found my wife sleeping on the rug in front of the fireplace. She had a robe on and it was short and slightly open. I pointed out to Tim that she must have showered and touched up her shaved pussy. He smiled and nodded. He and I opened a couple. What he could do about it, though, I really didn’t know. I had no intention of getting between him and whoever Brenda was sending after him. I figured it was no one I knew, so what good was I really. If I’d had Angel’s phone number, I could have saved myself a trip and a lot of sleepless hours.How could I have been so stupid as to think because I managed to hide out in the Condo a few days, Brenda and her executive groupies would consider me any kind of threat? I assessed the sum of what I knew.