It's his move. I know he needs a little time to calm down and get his head on straight. You know come to grips with things. I'm hoping that he rethink... his plans and just comes back to me. If he does, I will make it easy for him. I mean no rubbing his nose in it. I am fully aware that his ego is in a very delicate state right now. And, I will act accordingly that is if he does get his act together. But, if he goes for the divorce, well, I guess we'll just have to go to war. I refuse to lose. He sent me one back saying he was already at school. I ran down, grabbed my bike, and rode it to school. I was five minutes late. I ran into my algebra class to find everyone taking the test. I sat down in my seat, and Mrs. Sinclair motioned for me to come out into the hall with her."David you were late for class so I will be giving you a zero on the test. I don't care how big a star you think you are. You will not slide by in my class."I was stunned. I currently had a B+ in this class and a. The girl wanted to give me a taste of my own medicine, so she contacted my wife, and told her all about us, but I was the only one left out of this exchange of informations. So, last night, my wife went out "with the girls" and I was home, watching Europa League highlights. She came back, when I was already asleep, and woke me up."I cheated on you. I fucked a stranger from a bar, to get you back for that little slut from your work."I was shocked. I finally felt what was it for her, when I did. “Hi Phil, how’s it going?” I asked, as I approached the bench where he was working on a piece of equipment. Phil was about 40 years old, maybe 5’-10’’ tall, and about 190 pounds. Surprisingly, he had a full head of black hair, but was a bit pudgy from all of the sitting he did.“Hey Allen, same as always. You field guys are hard on the equipment. It always comes back in need of repair,” he told me.“We always have to jury-rig it to get it to work,” I countered, and we both laughed.“Seriously,.