“Yes… she didn’t mention it?” “No. I’m a little surprised she would even consider agreeing to that. I think she’d be intensely uncomfort...ble meeting a bunch of people that were wandering around with a glass of champagne and some smelly but undoubtedly expensive cheese while ogling naked, erotic pictures of her.” He laughed again. “Well, that’s one way to characterize it, I suppose. I have to give you credit, Dave; you do know your wife. That’s pretty much word-for-word what she said when I. "But you ain't getting any of it. All you're getting today is the wacking you should'da had last week."With that he drew his large caliber pistol, forcing the other two to pull theirs as well just so no one looked left behind.Then with an evil smile thug number two added, "Terrell, you never should'da messed with my woman, or my stuff," and squeezed the trigger.In the fraction of a second before the hammer could fall, ignite the powder column, and send first of a stream of heavy slugs across. On the drive back I began wondering how long this charade would play out. The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that there was no way we could effectively have an affair and keep it quiet. And to be honest, I realized that I wanted much more than an affair. The more thought I gave this situation the more I realized it just could not continue. By the time I arrived home, I made a decision not to pursue Beth any longer. The next two to three weeks passed and I made no attempt. In the mall she said she always started at the other end and workedher way back. She told him she was running behind because her stupidhusband used up so much of her time. He wondered why she called himher stupid husband. Finally he asked why she'd said that."Because of what's happened. If I hadn't wasted so much time at homeI would have been at least all through one wing of this mall by now.We have to hurry a bit to catch up."He wondered why he had to be there. She must think she has to.