Fortunately, I’m a trained detective, comfortable working in a variety of venues. No surprise then, that I detected my butt off and found Wexler jus... a couple of minutes into my search.Being a professional helps. So did an angry woman who screamed “Keep your fucking hands off me, Wexler!”Several of us close enough to hear over the music turned in time to see his white cowboy hat go flying as she slapped him. Hard. Wexler stood, staggered a little from the booze and stepped on his hat. Furious. So I'm so happy I can't contain myself. I just wish I knew who to thank for giving her back to me," said the man with a large smile as he turned and looked back down the road again.Kathryn looked at him in shock.This wasn't going the way she expected. She expected him, regardless of if he had wife or not, to try to proposition her. But he wasn't and he was openly talking about his wife and children instead of hiding them. Not to mention he didn't know she was the mage in question he was talking. Cindy asked if I wanted a ride home, she wanted to talk with me about Brenda. I only lived about a mile away from where I worked, but that car ride took a lot longer. We talked about why I broke up with Brenda, Andrea and the bet. It was then that Cindy’s hand came to rest on my crotch. She stopped at a light and looked right at me and said “I would never fuck my sister’s boyfriend. But I guess you are not her boyfriend any more.” My dick jumped to attention. Cindy then told me that she would. Never the less, we were placed on probation while further evidence was collected. The duration of the probation was not stipulated.We were somewhat relieved that no immediate disciplinary action was going to be taken but having the probation hanging over our heads was disconcerting. I was more pissed about missing a day of football practice than anything else. Spence blamed me for getting us into trouble, saying that it had been my idea to change the Marcy Cochran rule. I took some solace.