I felt alone and angry. Where the hell were they? And no note? I got dressed and headed out into the rainy night in search of my wife. Where they at a...bar or maybe Becky's place having sex? I think I might have made a terrible mistake.Leaving the house, I felt groggy and disoriented, as if I had been slipped some kind of d**g to knock me out. Becky’s red Ferrari was backing out of our driveway with its lights off. I could see the dark outline of my wife in the passenger seat.As soon as the car. . The bar was stocked and Greg made drinks for them all. They calmed down by degrees and were able to discuss the incident without tears by the time they made it to Rome.The taxi was waiting for them on the private tarmac so they avoided the crowds that might have recognized him. The way the reporters had mobbed them in Paris, it was a sure thing that Greg's face would be plastered all over the news channels. The cab was soon through the traffic and they were on their way to the villa.Nick and. Abby smiled, “Okay CJ, I unnerstan now!”I could feel my nap time slipping away as they were now both awake.CJ asked, “Will you read us a story Daddy?”“I’ll have to see what books Mommy has.”Sarah giggled, “Kids, Daddy needs a nap. Let’s find a good book and he can read it to you tomorrow, okay?”I got two huge smiles. Then, CJ said, “Will Daddy teach us like you and Mommy do, Mama Sarah?”Sarah giggled, “No, let Daddy just read the stories. He makes funny voices you’ll like instead, okay? You. “That’s great though!” She said joyfully, as she took a step closer to me, releasing her hand from the man’s shoulder. “Listen, my name’s Sarah, and this is Steve. We come in her after we close up sometimes for a little fun.” She turned to look back to Steve, and I saw a slight smile come to his lips. “Maybe you’d want to join us?” She asked as she reached toward me and brushed my chest with her fingers.I was still attempting to cover my dick with my hands, and I felt a slight twitch in it when.