His noticed the time at the top of the screen. His wife would be home in ninety minutes. James drained his glass and opened the secret folder, typed t...e password that protected it, the folder that contained the photos and videos he had downloaded of women masturbating, the only genre of pornography he found useful. Most contained penetration of some kind--dildos inserted into cunts, or his favorites, into that tighter hole below. He opened a file and watched a young women fingering her cunt. Ron went around to the driver's side and got in. He reached for the key to start the car and then dropped his hand back into his lap. He reached over and took Brenda's hand in his."Aren't you going to finish dressing?" he asked. "You don't have everything on do you?"Brenda started checking herself. She checked her earrings, pulled down the visor and looked in the mirror at her makeup and then looked at Ron with a worried look on her face."What am I missing?" she asked.Ron reached in the pocket. It's been so busy." He could almost feel the presence of his wife in the cool air around him. For twenty minutes, he stood with his arms on the railing, talking quietly to her, telling her everything. And then he sighed. With one last look, he walked back into the house. It was time to start getting on with life, starting with the New Year's Eve party.Don knew that everything was set. The guest list was complete. A dozen or more of Kasey's classmates and friends were coming, as were Wes and. Were his studies were going well? "Yeh." Did he play football? "Nah." Did he enjoy his day trip to Calais with the college three weeks ago? "'S Okay."Whenever his eyes caught Pam, he attempted to evaluate her. She wore baggy cotton trousers and a kind of silk top that showed she had a rather less prominent bosom than his mum. Thankfully, it was his sister, Lottie, just fourteen years old, who filled in for Chris' lack of communication skills and prevented the dinner from descending into sullen.