He walked up and kissed many of the wife's on their cheeks. As heapproached Sheila, I saw her smile and then I saw his tattoo. It wasacross his ches.... It clearly spelled out the word "BULL". That's when ithit me. The puzzle comes together.Sheila rode him last night at the bar! Sheila looked at me and with asmirk asked if I thought I could still ride the bull after meeting him inperson. I shrank in shame and in some sort of pain I cannot describe. Iwent back to my room. I am not sure. Putting my hand in front of my face I couldn’t even see my wiggling fingers. But feeling around the muddy bottom I felt the metal boat motor and tied the rope to it quickly and surfaced into the brightness. I pulled the motor up and found two of the four shotguns along with shells and a stainless steel thermos before having to return. Several trips out to the area and tossing the magnet in different directions till I retrieved another shotgun, some gear, back pack, lighter, knives and whiskey. Oh, there were the inevitable arguments that a man has with his wife. He has them with the woman he lives with if he isn't married. Hell, for that matter he has them with the MAN he lives with if that's the situation he's in. And I'm not talking about two gay men either. And there were the inevitable arguments that two women have, whether they're related or not.It was a little stressful for a couple of months, once we all decided to - and I still can't believe I'm saying this - give plural. He saw me in where the coffee maker was."Good morning Sherry" he said smiling."Good morning Sid."He looked at me, a smile toying with the corner of his mouth,"are you sure you really want this job Sherry?" Yes Sid, I do, I made up my mind yesterday, in fact Cliff made it up for me by the way he acted when I told him about the job offer." Oh, what did he say? or is it a private matter between husband and wife?" I maybe shouldn't say anything, but it doesn't really make any difference now. He.