But I think I should get going now. I loved the cake, by the way," she said, and turned to leave. "But, you didn't have the cake," said the bride."Oh,...but I did," she said, and left them on that cryptic note. The bride and the groom sat in silence, swallowing down the last bits of their respective cake, having fed the bulk to each other playfully, turning green, and not with envy.All of the guests failed to notice the telltale sloppy hole in the cake that told the true story; that Vicki had. She finished the job by trim the business end bytrimming the excess tubing so only a small portion of my cockheadpeeked through the end to facilitate my peeing. The final humiliationwas the small plastic ball. The nurse picked one up and ran a thinlength of plastic wire through the ball, then making a quickmeasurement of the distance from the underside of the tube to my analopening and glued the apparatus together but left it dangling. ThenBillie was fitted with his device. Once Billie was. He was quite distinguished looking with grey hair and a nice smile.As we started our descent into Stansted, we swapped phone numbers. It was all quite innocent. He told me he wanted to do an article on ex-pat retirement abroad and asked me if I could spare the time to talk about it some more.I told him that I was only in the UK for a week and didn't know if I would have a chance, and we left it at that.I got a painful twinge in my ear as the plane lost height. It happens sometimes. Peter found. I tried to put this out of my mind thinking that it was just one of her moods. But it lasted, and then I started noticing some clues around the house. I found a book of matches from a motel in the area. I looked in the phone book and the place was circled. We had never been there.Several times over the next week I tried to call her during the day, yet she never picked the phone up. That little voice in the back of my mind said something was up. I tried to ignore it but it kept bugging me..