" Hi, Mr. Derrelli," said Tracy, in a singsong voice when she saw him coming down the hallway towards the store. "And here's your coffee; just the way...you like it, as usual."She added that last bit just to remind him how consistent she was. She wanted him to know that, not only could she give good head, but she was dependable as well.Her efforts were not lost on David either, as he thought about how undependable his wife was getting."Thank you, Tracy. I have to admit; it's nice seeing you here. “Don’t waste it! He’s mine, and he’ll keep!” The girls collapsed in playful giggles and I let my ache subside as I basked in the happy togetherness we’d found again. The tension from the morning had dissipated, and I was looking forward to Tiff’s Date Night.It occurred to me that Charlie and I often had ‘alone-time’ when Tiff went for her ungodly -early morning jogs, but that Tiff and I had never been alone. Even when Charlie was in the hotel that time, things only happened when Charlie was on. I waited in the kitchen as I heard her walking up to the door, giggling and laughing loudly. At first, I thought that she must be chatting on her phone, but then I heard, “Stop that, we’ll have time when we get in the house.” Followed by more giggling. “Stop that now. You’re being naughty. Wait till we get to my room.”I suddenly got a bad feeling.The door opened and in walked my wife with another man. She looked right at me with a big smile and said, “Honey, how are you? This is Mike.” She put. I respected that rite of survival and generally imitated the folks around me at such times knowing that eating and sleeping and other natural human needs had to be attended to in the cause of survival and the hope of winning final victory in any struggle.Kit and I sat in a makeshift restaurant tent shaded from the glaring sun by the damaged canvas. The windowless place was stood on a platform of transport pallets to at least keep our boots out of the mud of the filthy street outside.I noticed.