She looked at the stalled lanes of traffic on either side of her, which would creep ahead or slowly fall behind as the glacier of cars crawled forward...along the six northbound lanes of the west Beltway. So far, America seemed like one big traffic jam since she had picked up her rental car at the Washington airport. 'No wonder the government here is in eternal gridlock,' she thought to herself. 'They understand nothing else!' Her dream of getting to see the eastern American mountain ranges. Grandma loved feeding us, and Grandpa loved playing with us and cleaning up after us. That left Mom a little time to relax, and I guess it was Uncle Bob who entertained her while she did that. I also think it was him who helped her work through all the emotions about how she got pregnant and all that. He listened while she ranted and raged about how unfair it was. And, knowing him, I suspect he held her a lot while she cried, both before and after we were born. We’ve never asked exactly when,. ." Then I don't get it, Bret; why would they be happy memories for you and not me?" she asked."Well ... I don't know, I guess ... I guess it's because I know you feel differently about me ... different than I feel about you, I mean." I see. Maybe we should talk about this before the divorce is final. How DO you feel about me?"Bret really didn't want to get into it. He was embarrassed. He didn't want to admit he still loved her, especially since he knew she didn't love him back anymore."Come on,. With that she disappears through the bedroom door. I hear the door shut and the lock click. My emotions begin to run wild. My heart begins to race. This is it! My sweet little wife is going to have sex with another man. I feel jealous, excited, aroused and rejected all at the same time. Now I return to reality. My head clears as the sound of silence sets in. I listen-nothing. About 30 seconds, which seemed like and hour, still nothing. Then I hear the sound of movement. Are they engaging in.