He came over, and Doug handed him a beer. He said, "Paul, Britt is my partner in all the houses and buildings that we own. We were talking about what ...o do with this place when I move to my new house." I have some ideas about this space if you guys have any interest in selling."I said, "Tell me what you have in mind." You have a huge lot here and a huge ugly building. I'd tear down the building. Since we're right across from the lake, I'd put a condo unit in, that's maybe six to ten stories. He wanted to visit the spot where his favorite childhood memories were, the tree house fort."Hey, is that it, Chad?" Christie asked.Chad looked up in surprise. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn't realized how far they had gone. He recognized the spot right off. The tree was thicker and taller than the other nearby trees. Boards had been nailed onto the tree bark at two foot intervals. Up into the branches, he could just make out the bottom of the old tree fort."Yeah, that's it. Our talks are usually brief and not very interesting. A few weeks ago I saw her coming my way. As usual she was in exercise tights. These were especially nice because they had cutouts in the thighs and lower leg. The material in this area was basically like pantyhose material. I love those kind of tights. We made small talk for a bit, then she looks at me and says “you’re wife told me about your pantyhose fetish”. I got a little nervous. “I wouldn’t call it a fetish, I just like the look” I. ..if we'd stopped doing it or something. If I couldn't get a hard-on anymore. But Christ, we did it every day, often two times a day...and my wife loved every second of our matings...shit, she would have to have been the greatest actress in the world if she wasn't enjoying them.I studied the detectives report, checking the dates of her cheating against my own schedule that I easily accessed on my Blackberry. I'd been in town all three days! Knew I'd made love to her all three days. And yet I.