Not a word. Not a god damn word and the first thing he did was walk away, out of the kitchen and into another room. So I followed him. The first thing...he said was, 'Do you do poppers?' I did, but only as a teen. I didn't know this stuff makes you into a horny and willing slut, ready to do anything. 'Yeah,' I mumbled, still not daring to eyeball this man, still not ready what the poppers, and him, were gonna do to me. He held the bottle to my nose and I sniffed. I kept on sniffing away until he. "I shrugged and said, "Okay, we can go back to the mall. Pull your car further over to the side and lock it. Your car will probably be as safe here as anywhere." She ran to her car and pulled it well off the road, locked it and came running back having pocketed the key.We went back to the mall and the two ladies went in and "shopped" for a while. They returned with bags, which were loaded into the truck. It's good it's a big truck. We went back to Anna and our cottage.Bethany thought it was. "Wearing only her robe she went into the living room and turned on the TV set. She watched an hour of the meaningless pap that passed for daytime TV and when she couldn't stand it anymore she went back in the kitchen and got herself a beer. During the next several hours she got herself several more beers and by 2 PM Angela had quite a buzz on. By 3:30 PM she was drunk and feeling horny.Getting another beer she went and got a porno tape from where she had hidden it to keep it away from the. So I’m not making any promises. OK?’ ‘OK, Dad, I understand.’ ***** So I thought about it. In a way I wanted it back anyway. Georgie was right. It was our happy place. It held my best memories. It was where I got to spend most time with the children as they grew up. Suddenly, I was incandescent with rage that Diane could dispose of us so readily. I was heavily committed, financially, to the gym. I had signed the contract the previous week. I had a good hard look at my finances, and I just.