Her two babies were fast asleep in swings. Kate and Natalie walked over and kissed the babies on their foreheads before settling in the living room. M...rianne had already made tea and the three women settled in the comfy couches. ‘So we have about an hour before the babies wake up demanding to be fed. So Kate you go first. How’s the old man?’ Kate rolled her eyes. ‘He is not an old man. He’s forty-nine and things are great.’ ‘So what about you Natalie. How’s the sex life?’ Marianne had always. " Her cheeks burned at asking for help.The woman's face wrinkled with irritation, as she set the book face down on the shelf. "What is it?" She said an exasperated sigh.Denise wondered how many cigarettes the woman smoked each day to get a voice like that. Denise's face deepened to a crimson red. This was not going as well as she wanted. "Ah, I-I need to get some t-things." Well, what are those things? I don't have time to wait for housewives to come up with some backbone." There is a list- ah-. Like you did the laundry. And the breakfast.Sorry. I got a little carried away there. That little bit of theatre didn't take place until the middle of Sunday afternoon, after Laura had turned control of the household over to me. So perhaps I had better go back to Friday evening.For your average guy, seeing his mother stark naked on her king-size bed would have at least been mildly titillating. Seeing her resting her weight on her forearms and knees, her ass high in the air, probably would have. Often, I just felt sick. Was I that inadequate as a husband? Hadn't I been getting the job done? Did Janice turn to Mike in desperation? I was feeling pretty low about the time the divorce was granted. Then things began to change.More than a few women seemed to find me acceptable, adequate even. Pretty soon I began to realize I was more than adequate. At least my lady friends told me so. The anger was still there, but it was beginning to dissipate. The feelings of failure and inadequacy were.