Regardless of what you believe, Mother Nature would do what she wanted. She bats last, and she bats 1000. I’m probably quoting that wrong, but I had...read it the other day and it had been in my mind lately. Certain things didn’t matter what you believed, they just were going to happen they way they were going to happen.She was walking around the visitor center at Logan’s Pass reading the displays while I sat and caught my breath. Everyone had grabbed whatever spot they could and I was sitting. I let it go, deciding to get the truth later from Derek. Besides, she’d been very forgiving about the couch and door, and I didn’t want her to realize that I probably should’ve been punished for it. I couldn’t resist prying a bit, though.“You do look a lot better,” I ventured. “Maybe some time with your friends was all you needed.” She smiled, before looking up and away wistfully, the way people often do when formulating lies.“Hah,” she said. “It was fun, Ben, but most of my needs were waiting. Now get out the Farley and tell me about Adler." The what?" I asked, baffled, as Marilyn fumbled in the huge purse she always seemed to have with her."Farley file," she explained as she pulled out one of those electronic tablet things. "It's like what politicians keep on people they've met. Cam meets people everywhere, and she can't possibly remember them all. But they remember her because she's so famous and pretty and all, and it hurts their feelings if she treats them like strangers.". We talked and laughed about the present over dinner. Jokes were made and comments passed and I could feel a sexual vibe rising as we discussed relationships within families and older women / younger men. We went to bed that night and snuggled but no sex as my wife was still disturbed by the present and the message on the card. I didn't push it and by Tuesday I had let the whole thing slide making no reference to the panties at all. My wife in the mean time had been quiet and distracted as if.