About this time a pretty young white lady walked into the conference room followed by a much older white man. Russell surely thought that it was getti...g a little crowded inside this room rather fast. The pretty young white lady spoke out loud. “Are you Mr. Russell Breakers by any chance?” “Well yes but what has that got to do with you people leaving and allowing me to speak to my child for a few minutes alone?” Russell asked her. “Well sir you have just been sir then.” The pretty white lady. “Normally, I would,” I sighed. “The problem is that I just caught my wife and the manager of the branch in Hiaville together in my bed. I don’t trust that he will leave my new account alone,” I explained.She turned and motioned someone else over, and had me repeat the last part. “Wilbur Marstad was having an affair with your wife?” he gasped quietly.I showed him the tamest photo on my cell phone, and he led me to his office. Once there, he explained that the bank had strict policies against. I wear glasses, as I have done for years, but these are in my 'Buddy Holly' frame days (people always complain about the glasses but I'm blind as a bat without them and also I'm very sensitive to light too!).One evening The Beekeeper and I are over a friend's house. He's a photographer, his name is Lee, and he works at the college where I work too, I'm good friends with his wife, and he's talking about the different courses that he runs for his students. He mentions with one group he works with. .. well ... shit ... what do I mean?”“I think you mean you were about to get in the truck,” she growled.“Yeah. Exactly.” We turned and headed for the truck and Beth caught hold of my arm and squeezed it. Then she stopped and spun me toward her. She squeezed my bicep a little more and then poked me in the stomach. I saw it coming and tensed my gut, so she didn’t sink in at all. She grabbed my shirttails and pulled it up to expose my stomach. Well, I have been working out for a while and Pilates.