If the older version of me was right, he had already taken steps to get 'me' officially dead. It still pissed me off, but there was nothing I could do...about it. If I showed up, I would start a lot of awkward questions and investigations.After breakfast, I took a cup of coffee back with me to where we had set up the computer. I asked it to play the messages left for me. The first one was basically a rehash of what he had told me, but in slightly more detail.The second was a bit more interesting. .My sensual wife was wearing a short summer dress with no underwear.The thin material allowed to guess her hardened nipples poking against the cloth and even her dark areolas were visible. As we passed the reception, our nice kind young guy gave Ana a thorough examination and he clearly enjoyed what he saw. It looked to me that he was undressing my wife with his hungry eyes…After having a delicious Italian meal for dinner; we both went to a couple bars there in the middle of the small town.My. .."I told him about the dancing our walk along the river. And goingback to her room for drinks, but I wasn't going to tell him ofour 'intimate' moments."Oh yeah," he started again, "I understand about the intimatestuff, but did she show you the real Wendy?"I replied in the negative."She probably didn't want to spoil the moment. That makes sense.You are going to follow through on you promise... Aren't you?"I had to know what kind of woman could pull of what she had donelast night. "Of course.. You are not doing a very good job of countering her whimsical offerings and keeping that balanced program you advertise,’’ I said.‘‘Well there have been a lot of things going on with you and JBG the last few days. It had some people on the edge. It’s a big job sometimes, more than I can handle by myself. I need help,’’ Arthur said.‘‘Unless you are a terrorist, support terrorist financially or materially and terrorism in general, there is nothing to be on edge about. On the other hand if you fit.