“Alright then,” I said. “Go get him and I’ll talk to him.”I could hear her walking through the house for a few minutes and then she handed t...e phone off to her father. “He says he’ll tell you what it is if you promise not to let me in on it,” she giggled as she handed over the phone.“Hi Matt,” he said lightly. “Merry Christmas. We were thrilled with the sketch you did of Emma. Thanks for that.”“Merry Christmas,” I said happily, “and you’re very welcome. I’m glad you liked it.”“So you’ve got. “But I’m a woman. You’re a man! The rules are different, right?” Nadia grasped at straws now.“Not to me, they’re not. If I slapped you, it would be abuse. You slapped me. That’s abuse. Plain and simple. No exceptions, loopholes, or what have you. We’re finished as a couple. Probably for the best. The talk was coming, but I would have liked to end it nicer than this,” I stipulated.“What’s ‘the talk’ about?” Nadia asked me, truly puzzled.“Fidelity or lack thereof. I’m not the faithful sort. You. I shimmer as I see the camera angle is virtually perfect. I come into the picture letting Jenn know that I would be out for the rest of the day to do some work at the office. It is morning and my wife had already left for work for the day. Jenn, half asleep, mumbles OK as she turns over. Then, I leave the picture and the house for the rest of the day. Jenn turns over, gets up and walks over to the closet peering what seems to be directly into the camera. I see a subtle smile as she returns, her. He wasn't snoring, but he wasn't faking it, either. He was dead to the world.It was hard not to take it personally. I mean, being a little chaste, yes, that was fine. I really didn't think it was right, for us to have sex, that night, after we'd known each other for five days and had spent, together, a total of ten hours. It was too soon for sex.But not too soon for a cuddle, for God's sake!Eventually, I, too, drifted off to sleep.When I woke up, the room was still very dark, and the digital.