She was returning the flirting with a stunning size 12 body but with a large set of boobs supple arse that just perfectly sets out from her body with ...runette hair just passed her shoulder. She had come dressed to impress with a short pencil skirt half way down her thigh stockings with a low cut top and the edge of her red bra just peaking above her top. She knew I was married but had heard the rumour around the office that my wife fantasised about her husband with other women and wanted to see. "If it becomes common knowledge we'll be ruined. We're not ashamed of whom we are, but the bigots, the haters and the scandal mongers will have a field day. Mothers will be afraid to buy our books and the children will be disappointed. We can work at other things, of course, but we enjoy writing these books. It's fun." She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue and Claire hugged her again, "Can you help us?" "Damn right I can," I said, feeling my ears getting hot. I hate sneaks and cowards who hide. ‘It’s over between us. Just sign the papers when you get them.’ With that she broke the connection before I even had a chance to ask why. The paperwork arrived a week later in the snail mail. I read them over. She wasn’t asking for much, half of our savings and some assorted other items that meant nothing to me. Since we rented an apartment there was no home to sell. She kept her car and would put mine into long-term storage (at my expense). I told her to have my dad sell it and let him. John, not especially religious, offered a fervent prayer of thanks.He added another prayer of thanks that he had not furnished the whole house, and that the furniture he had bought was not expensive, but designed to tide him over until he could buy good stuff piece by piece.“Can you see if anything’s been taken?” the officer asked.“Not easy, but if they didn’t take the laptop, or the video recorder, there’s nothing else in the house worth taking. I’ve only just moved in, and most of the house.