My Tom was one of the other men there that day."Had she punched me in the stomach I could have been no more surprised. There was more than just Tom fu...king her? She was doing several men at a time? My wife? My Nicky? A common slut? It couldn't be. I couldn't believe it. Anne must be making it all up because of Tom being with her."I have proof. That lady gave me pictures and some movies the guys had made. Her husband wasn't that good at hiding them it seems, and during their divorce those movies. Oh!” More crying. “We were just walking, talking about you, how well you are doing and your career. I may have flirted, but…oh, you know me! He came on to me (okay, so I stretched that a bit). He's a nice man but when he insinuated that, as a good wife, I could help your career …I wasn’t sure what he meant. Then… oh, Liam. I love you…” more crying.He pulled me behind a big potted plant to hide us from the cocktail hour crowd. “I felt he was coming on to me…and that if I turned him down or. “There are several fine restaurants within a couple of blocks of the hotel, and we have our own restaurant also. I’ll need you to register,” the clerk replied and passed a large card for Owen to fill out. I noticed that he registered us as Mister and Misses Owen O’Connell from Kentucky.“How long will you be with us, Mister O’Connell?” the clerk asked on retrieving the card.“At least two or three days,” Owen replied, as the clerk handed him the key to the room. A bellboy took our bags, but Owen. .I'd dropped round to Davey's house a couple of months before. He was out. In fact they were all out except for his grandma. She'd recently gotten divorced and had been living there for a while. She answered the door in a house-coat and slippers. She invited me in and I followed her, thinking that Davey would be home soon. She sat me down in the kitchen and poured me coffee. Not what I would chose, but I liked that she considered me mature enough to drink it instead of a soda. "So Davey will be.