"Are we done here? Can I go?"His father slammed the folder down with such force, one of the dogs in the den yipped and ran out of the room, pissing th... entire time. "Yes. You can go. And here's where you'll be going for the next 8 weeks," he said, flipping a brochure at his son. Chris looked at it warily, puzzled."A camp for little kids? I'm way too old for this."His father broke into a long grin that was far more threatening than he had been before. "Too old to attend, but old enough to be a. Then I went to the bank to start a joint checking account for Jenny and me and deposited the remaining cash. Affordable cell phones had just started coming on the market. My next stop was Radio Shack to buy three cell phones and load them up with minutes. That night I gave a phone to Jenny and Ted. I gave Jenny strict instructions to keep me informed of her whereabouts when she was working and when she expected to be back. If she could not reach me, she was to call Ted.Friday night at the. K.'s.After hanging up the phone my wife told me to give her an hour an come to bed. I could hear her drawing a bath and going through her dresser and closet. I passed the hour in nervous anticipation but I also wondered it would be lame. When I entered our bedroom she had a single candle lit. She told me to undress and led me to the bed. The pillows were neatly stacked against the headboard so I was half lying half sitting up. As my eyes adjusted to the single candle light I could see she had. He told me that he enjoyed watching me have fun with all the men, and he had a suggestion. (It turned out; he was the theater owner as well as the projectionist.) First, he offered to let me in for free whenever I wanted. Then, he gave me a trench coat. He told me to take my clothes off first and leave them in the booth, along with my shoes. He gave me a pair of flip-flops to wear in the theater. That way, I wouldn't keep losing my clothes and shoes all the time. He further instructed me.