He picked up Tom's cheque; he might as well get it into the bank, then he'd go to the supermarket.He turned on his phone for the first time in several...days: he wasn't really expecting to find anything, but he looked anyway. There was a message from Mikki: 'Miss You XXX', was all it said. He didn't reply: he wasn't really sure what he should say.When he returned about an hour or so later, he saw her car outside the house from several hundred feet away. He wondered what had happened: they hadn't. Maybe if I sat and thought and took a look atmy situation it would come to me. I took a deep breath.Alright, so I was in a waiting room, so I was waiting to see a doctor ofsome kind. The rest of the place was empty and quiet. Nothing lookedstrange or felt out of place. I straightened out my skirt and tried tothink harder. I still had my previous memory although it felt likesomething was on the cusp of my mind. There were vague images flickeringin my mind, and I couldn't quite place them. I was. I asked Deena to coming over and watch the kids for the evening.Do they have dinner too?" "Not usually. We can stop somewhere on the way." It was dark, smoky and noisy. Jack held the door as Sandy stepping inside.There were a few, three or four ladies in booths around the club. Three mensat at tables surrounding the stage. Jack and Sandy sat next to a pool table.Jack dropped coins in the slot and racked the table. A woman appeared as themusic started. She bumped, ground, dipped and unbuttoned. And although the belt did not allow, the situation, as they say, on the face. What stopped me all the same is the understanding that I cannot do such things without the permission of my sexwife. I said that to Sergei and Natasha. Sergey said that it would not take a lot of time, my wife wouldn’t learn anything, suggested not to delay time, got up and went to a small beach tent, which they put on, coming to the beach for the whole day. Natasha looked into my eyes, smiled, said that I would like.