We could’ve snuck around, met up in cars, in hotel rooms, in alleyways and had sex behind my husband, his client’s back.But no. I never met the i...vestigator. I don’t think he was black. Jack presented me with photos, tossing copies of them on the table. Some were of me kissing a black man, others of me getting into a car with one. Another picture was of my teenage boyfriend and I walking into the house, holding hands. Another one of me at night, standing naked in the front door, light. ”“It’s ok mom,” he said. He seemed to be breathing hard as he said,” that’s where the soreness is.”“Should we call the doc…,” I stopped in mid-sentence as something seemed wrong here. He had indeed been doing stuff like this all day. I remembered his penis brushing against me and him looking at my cleavage and I shuddered. Could I son be sexually attracted to me, his mother?My thought stream was broken as I felt his hand on my shoulder.“I am cold,” he said. I didn’t say anything. He wrapped his. . I'm David." Pleased to meet you, David."He snaked a hand back and we shook."Better circumstances, next time, Warren," I said."Let us hope," Warren said. "Do you need a ride to the Vet Monday?" Urk!" They all say that," Warren said. He laughed."You make a habit of picking up new dads at the hospital?" All of them," he said. "My brother in law is on the force." All of them?" All the hospitals ... babies get born every day; wives get pissed ... I'm used to it."He passed a pint jar, "Here,. Randy turned back to his bike as Katy went inside. He knew that she will do just about anything and was now putty in his hands although she had no idea of her forth coming ordeal. Once inside she opened the envelope and inside were 2 photos of her daughter’s one of them eating some food and another of them sitting reading with today‘s paper. At least she thought that showing today’s paper meant they were still ok up to now anyway. A message was also inside and just said do as you are told and.