Now how should I tell you? He does not like me much these days.Ayan: Oh, come on, Mom. You always do this. I have been hearing you say this for years ...ow. And I know you say that just to irritate him.Mona: You don’t understand, Ayan. It is all different now. There are so many things I am deprived of. You will never realize. Definitely not now.Ayan: I don’t get it, Mom. Dad does everything for you, and me, and the family. I don’t know why you feel you are missing out on things.Mona: It’s that. I. .. I'd do so, and fuck the cost.I went out for a swim, was just heading towards the den afterwards when the sliding glass doors opened surprising me a little. Dad walked out first, followed by three of his golf buddies I had once met before. Not all that surprising as they'd come over in the past for drinks with dad just like it looked they were about to do now. But then Bella stepped out right behind them, writing in her ledger as she did."And that makes one thousand," she said more to herself. Then she turned to look at me again.“Are you wearing any pyjama trousers?” I guess she had seen I wasn’t wearing a pyjama jacket and assumed the worse. I nodded.“I don’t always wear pyjama trousers, but I am at the moment.”“I sometimes don’t wear anything in bed if it’s very hot.” Susan announced matter-of-factly.“Nor do I.” I replied, “In fact most nights I don’t wear anything.” Susan turned to look at me.“You can take your pyjama trousers off now if you like…” she said quietly. I turned to. A lover knew that his beloved had sex with her husband, but he didn't care. Their affair was apart from that. Jenny was sure the details of what she'd done wouldn't change his feelings for her. He might enjoy the telling, but he didn't have prurient interest in them.By accepted that she was doing here, he became ever so much more special to her. He continued his minute examination of her. Only a magnifying glass would have uncovered more of her. By letting him see her this minutely, Jenny knew.