He never seemed to accept that he had a wife and child to support."We made the best of it for almost 10 years," she continued. "Well, I guess I should...say that I turned a blind eye to most of his crap and hoped to hell he would change. Then the hooker thing came up. It wasn't a one-time deal. I mean, it was the first time he brought me a present home but..."I nodded to show she didn't need to continue if it made her uncomfortable."I kicked his ass out of the house," she said hotly. "I tossed. "'Ello, James," said someone. "Sorry to 'ear about yer uncle."It was Betty, Kylie's mother from next door. "Thanks," I said."I'd like a word, if yer've got a moment," she said. I was about to make some excuse when she added, "It's about Kylie."Fear gripped me. Kylie was at that moment lying on my front room floor fucked into oblivion. Could it be that Betty somehow knew?I invited her to continue and moved nearer the fence, but not too close because I feared what effect FUCK might have on her. I. Little did I know I would give her the ultra sexual experience. In late June after an Executive Board meeting, Gail asked if I could give her a ride home. I should have known that something was beginning to happen. Gail's nipples were standing "at attention." I commented to her, "I can tell you are glad to see me because your high beams are on." Her face turned bright red. It all happened in the front seat of my 65 Chevy Malibu in front of her apartment building. "A Whole Lot of Loving" was on. Royce arched an eyebrow but he was looking at her, not the bag. ‘What makes you say that? I kind of feel discriminated against.’ She smiled politely. ‘You’re not being discriminated against, Mr. Masterson.’ Royce arched an eyebrow. ‘How did you know our last names?’ She smiled but that smile didn’t reach her eyes. ‘We don’t have Davidoff cigarettes anywhere on the island, sir. These are luxury Swiss cigarettes not widely available around these parts. And until you docked your boat here, they.