‎It was 8AM and I was expecting to hear something soon. My cell phone rang cutting the tension in the room like a knife.‎‎”Hello,” I said to...an anonymous voice.‎‎”Okay, you caught us,” the male voice said. “I suppose you documented everything.”‎‎”You better believe it,” I said. ‎”You got sloppy and for nothing. I’m a worm farmer, nothing more.”‎‎”Don’t try to feed me shit like you do your worms,” the voice said.‎‎”You need to check your sources whoever they are I’m so clean I squeak. But my son. Tim, or rather Tammy, the son of my Matron of Honor, would be my flower girl. My Matron of Honor would wear a gown of dark green satin with a straight neckline and puffed sleeves. The full skirt would have a full petticoat under it. The bridesmaids' gowns would be the same except they would be a lighter shade of green. The flower girl would wear a similar style gown in pink satin with the crinoline under the gown's skirt. All, except my flower girl, would wear elbow length gloves and a small. My lawyer just about creamed himself when he saw the deal we had arranged. It was the most equitable deal we had ever managed. Sometimes business with friends works out well. So, we decided to celebrate over dinner. I informed Craig, aka Mr Lim (he chose that name when I was teaching him. He liked Daniel Craig), that we had messed up dates, and made dinner plans. At first he wasn't pleased, but when he saw our two companions waiting in the hotel bar, he was most pleased. We ate, and chatted,. It turned sexual after my honeymoon. When my husband found out, he left me immediately. I told him that they could share, but he would have none of it." she said.I intentionally just nodded my understanding. I did not want to comment. Since I had been with a man much older than myself, I couldn't judge that part. I had never cheated on a husband, so I couldn't go along with that. Barbara liked to talk, but she was careful what she said and how she phrased it. She obviously knew that I was.