“Abbie. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to show this to your supervisor and manager.” “No!” her eyes shot up to meet mine. “You can’t... I’ll lose my job, or everyone will find out. It was stupid and can’t we just forget it? I’ll do anything. Just don’t show the tape to anyone!” she begged. Her hands began wringing the handle of the whisk she’s forgotten in her hand. “Anything?” I asked, with terrible thoughts boiling in my brain. “Anything.” She confirmed. “Okay. I can make the tape disappear,”. No sexy panties, bras or lingerie. To me, she was just a beautiful ‘plain Jane’. Where she kept her revealing clothes, I had no idea.I knew I was in the loser category as described by my attorney. What should I do? I felt that continuing with a divorce and making an attorney richer while destroying my own life was out of the question.Thank God for the internet. I spent many hours ‘surfing’ and reading stories of cheating wives and how the husbands handled the hatred and revenge created by. His dad was like a super contractor guy and had built this huge ass swimming pool in the back yard. Well we all had swimming pools, that is not the deal. But his dad built this filter/pump/ storage house thing with this secret room underneath that only me, my bud and his dad knew about. It was like ten by ten and we had a tv, video games and a fridge, microwave. It was a cool little man cave before there were man caves. It had a secret entrance. It was cool. Someone had bought their house and I. We aren’t looking for specific crimes, but major patterns of behavior. We want to know what days they collect money. We want to know when they meet to distribute the money. These guys are creatures of habit and we want to know their habits.”This time, some of the men shook their heads. John pointed to one of them and asked, “What is the problem?”“That’s going to take some time to accomplish. We won’t be able to move against them for quite a while.”“Correct. Our goal is not to put a couple of.