Just looking at her could get any guy an instant hardon,she’s just so beautiful and mesmerizing, and she speaks very caringly. Its like god took all...his time to make her, but made her wife of a wrong man.I say this because, I could hear his husband shouting and mouthed her bad words like whore and all, many times he even used to throw her out of her flat.We regularly used to talk as I usually had to go to her apartment to borrow one thing or other (sometimes just to see her ). She didn’t have. ” Andy dragged himself away from his hobby. “Anyway, I can read books to learn lots and lots about what interests me. Since I don’t want to teach History, I don’t need to learn the other stuff. Marilyn is different. She can’t go into the classroom and tell her students, ‘Short stories bore me; we’re only going to study poetry.’ But, if somebody just wants to read, he can read only poetry, or only novels, or only detective stories. Well...” But Dad cut him off.“That man isn’t educated, reading. “How ... when?”“It doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that he knows, and he’s going to be leaving.”“Leaving?” Mitch gasped out, still trying to wrap his head around everything, but not doing a very good job of it.“Yes. He’s going to be taking over that new office in Dillon, and he’s going to be moving out this weekend.”“This weekend?” Like a punch-drunk boxer, Mitch seemed to stagger as he dropped into a chair next to his mother, his eyes scanning the incriminating photos strewn across. We pulled up a long drive to the door of what was clearly a very exclusive club. John passed the keys to the doorman, to be parked with small group of Bentleys and Porches. “Your table is ready Sir.” We were ushered to a small able, the silver cutlery glistening in the sun. We had a beautiful view, looking out over manicured lawns interspersed with woodland to a lake in the middle distance. To say I was impressed would something of an understatement. The meal was delicious, a seafood platter.