”"It would put a damper on my nice quiet lifestyle. I'd like to help but to be honest, I'm really not fond of the idea. Sorry." Hey, no problem. I g...t it. But that's not going to stop Stacy from trying to change your mind."“Thanks for the warning,” I told her.Linda sat her cup of coffee down on the table, “So, what do you have going on this morning?”“Nothing as far as I know why?”Linda came over and sat down beside me."How about a roll in the hay?" and put her hand on top of my thigh.I grinned. "I guess I'd better get my ass home and make dinner for my non-glamorous plumber husband. Have fun rubbing elbows with the rich and famous."I called my hair dresser and told her I had an emergency. I told her I needed my hair and makeup done in a hurry. When I told her why, she agreed to take care of it in exchange for me telling anyone I met where I'd gotten it done.I snatched my newest, ritziest, designer shoes and a new little black dress that I'd never worn and headed for her salon.Two. Although, I have to admit it is an interesting idea. I mean I have to find something you can do right. Anyway there's no need to think about that. Money is no problem at all. Not since you stepped down as head of the company.Yes, you resigned a week later and I announced our divorce shortly thereafter. You had already signed over the business to me. Well, what else could you do? I had the videotape, the downloaded stories from your computer, the chat logs. Oh really you couldn't have. He didn't know how to tell her."Perhaps she wants proof in the morning," he thought, "like a golfer leaving a divot."Ever since they were first a couple, and through marriage—breaking into its third decade—Avery had always laid on his back after love-making with Jolene nestling herself alongside him, her head resting in that space on his chest. They never spoke during the after-time. He felt the familiar softness of her breast nuzzled to his ribcage. He'd felt it every time—hundreds of times..