Me: The one I spent months agonising over? Peter: For the third time, yes. Me: Do you have a copy? Peter: Yes, Why? Don’t you? Okay, we have to hold...it there a minute while he laughs at his own joke. What can I say? He’s a card. Me: As it happens, no. Peter: No what? So now, unlike my masterful piece of writing – put on stage in Liverpool, no less – the conversation starts getting tedious. No I didn’t make a back up copy. Yes, I know the importance of that now. Yes I will make a back up copy in. I spoke with Susan the other day on the phone, and she said the same thing; and that you have been very relaxed and happier around her now that your embracing the cuckold lifestyle." That's true," Chuck added. "Susan and I are much happier now days. Since she's getting her own sexual satisfaction outside our marriage, that's made our own relationship much less fraught with outbursts of frustration from me. Before I was a cuckold, kept butting my head against the reality that as far as a sex. The restaurant has its own trout stream winding through the outdoor seating area so the four of us walked out there and I got a couple of pictures of Beth and Cindy netting their dinners. Both girls were flushed with excitement by the time we got back to our table. "I've heard of having to sing for my supper, but that's the first time I've ever had to FISH for it!" Beth exclaimed."And I've never seen two more beautiful fishermen, er, ladies," Greg responded.You'd think that four people who saw. It was the voice of Paul D’Agosta. “Mister President, I have somebody who wants to talk to you.”“Carling? You there?”“Hi, honey. What’s happening? You still in jail?”“No,” she answered. “I’m back at the Hyatt. I was just released.”“You sound good.” I decided to lay off the jokes until I could see her in person. “What happened?”“Here, talk to Mr. D’Agosta.”The phone fumbled as she passed it along. The others - Frank, Will, and Mindy - moved to leave, but I waved them back into position. Whatever.