Or rather, not on her own, but without you. I know that she’ll always be the perfect wife. Which is why I both love her and hate her at the same tim....”I feared that Debbie was talking quickly and struggling not to offend me. I helped out.“It’s all good, Debbie. Maggie’s out with a colleague, although I have to admit that he’s much younger and fitter than me. But we’ve discussed it and it’s fine.”“You don’t think she’ll get into any trouble? I mean, if there’s glamour, champagne and a hunky. " She sniffled and buried her nose against my chest. "I don't care. If giving him half the estate makes him go away, then give him half. I just don't ever want to see him again!"She started sobbing again. I squeezed Adrienne tighter and started rocking her gently. And then I was back to trying to calm her down.The twins were still freaked out when the rest of our family came home. The parentals had been running errands and Brooke was visiting friends. Eden and Emma immediately told Mom and Dad. This time the venue was outdoors…Bloody Hell…our garden ! Under a bright summer sun there she was , trussed up like a chicken. Thin blue nylon rope criss-crossed her pale nakedness…her breasts cruelly bound at their base bulged like round balls on her chest , her smooth skin already purpled up and her nipples engorged with dark blood. And she was hung up on the support of one of our large swing-chairs , this seen lying discarded on the patio in the background. Hooded naked men prowled around. “Well, that’s enough moping,” I say to myself as I get up off the bench. “I might as well swing by the post office on my way home. Maybe they’ve got some boxes I can use to start packing all my shit.”As I walk along the path, heading up the hill to the parking lot I dapperly dressed elderly gentleman heading the other way. Despite my situation, I couldn’t help but return his smile and friendly nod. Just because I’m having a shitty day doesn’t mean I need to ruin his. Once we pass each other.