”“Yea, the desire for sexual satisfaction can be a big driving force. It can send all common sense out the window. I had better leave. I have an a...pointment. I’ll look you up afterwards.”“Would you like to come back home with me later. Gary is not due home until late tonight.”“You know that I can’t do that Sarah. If Ronnie agreed I would but under the circumstances, I can’t ask her. That would be her excuse to head back to Joe and I don’t want that.”“Okay, maybe at some later date.”“Yep,. If she had came to me when he tried to blackmail her I don't know what I would have done but I would not have been as rough on her as I was. She had been a good wife until about two weeks before I left on that damn trip." Jim, think about it. You know how Brice was. He had a line on him a mile long. He was a 'hunk'. Ann was young, good looking and as you recall they had been a couple for a long time while they were still in high school. I think she was the only one he didn't cheat on while they. The driver gave her an envelope as she entered. It read: “Come over in Room 41, ask the concierge, he will lead you to me. Mr F.” They came to a stop in front of a cheap hotel. The kind of hotel where people stopped by for casual sex. She got out and numbly reached out for the door knob. As soon as she stepped in, a thin blond boy in his early twenties introduced himself as the concierge. He then said: “Mrs Reynolds? Mr F is waiting for you in room 41. Second floor, at the far right end” She. “The second agenda item is more, err, delicate. Against our will, we have a man living with us. What are we going to do with him?” Sheila scanned the faces of the assembled sisters. “This isn’t a rhetorical question. We’ve got a problem, and he’s sitting right there,” Sheila turned and pointed her finger at me. “What are we going to do about this man?” Sheila asked as the rising chatter of the sisters became a din of noise as the implications of her question became apparent.Great! She had.