No ... I'll never forget that summer.On the day Dad took us up to Gramps' house, to start our college experience, we already knew that he might not be...there. Though he was retired, once in a while he still did some consulting of some kind, and he had already said he would be on a job that weekend. Orientation at Bramley was going to start on a Tuesday, with Monday being the day people were supposed to move into the dorms. He said he might be back, but that if he wasn't somebody would be there. "Joe Solomon?" he inquired."How did you know?" I asked. He showed me my photo--a candid shot walking outside my office building. I shook my head. "Yes," I said.He gave me a key. "Return it to me when you leave," he said. I wanted to ask what she did for him, but then again I didn't want to ask. I nodded.Entering through a short entranceway, a large room opened before me furnished tastefully for intimate conversation--a sofa, loveseat and chair towards the back with a low table between--a. Dead ... wife and..."The words were there but it's not language.'Oh, my head is aching! Stop yabbering on, and speak English.'There was a glaring light on the ceiling, and the man was saying, "Damian, can you hear me? Mr Saint Joseph! Bridgette, call Royal Perth and arrange ... he's got post traumatic ... BP is negligible! 40 over 16 ... second bottle of ... consciousness in and..."She's a pretty little thing, a brunette with perky little tits. The white uniform and blue blouse didn't do. Nan buttoning her blouse as she came out of the room.Brian zipping up when I cam into the room and Brian denying that Nan had been there.Nan's handkerchief, wet with what I was sure was Brian's cum and her pussy juice.The conclusion I reached was that my wife was cheating on me with her boss. Not one shred of positive proof, but the circumstantial evidence, at least to me, was overwhelming.I went back to the party and took my seat. I hadn't been gone more that five minutes and when I'd gone Nan.