It should have been a simple matter but for some reason her mother wanted to make me the scapegoat, by trying to prove that I had been unfaithful. I f...und out that she had taken to phoning my customers asking if I had actually made the calls that my report sheet showed. My customer records and report sheets were filed at home so easily accessed. I had nothing to hide so did not secrete them away. It was my Sales Manager who brought this to my attention as he had had calls asking why this Mrs.. Bravely, I decided to take the bull by the horns and phone him.“Hi, Danté, it’s Terry. I don’t know if you remember…” before I could finish my sentence he interrupted me.“Sure I do. How are you, Terry?” he cordially replied, before impishly continuing, “Have you heard the news?”“What news?” I inquiringly asked, playing along.“I’ve moved in with Trigger,” he exulted in a camp cry of delight.“What…? Are you serious?” I gasped, continuing the charade.Danté now went into raptures about his Trigger,. The girls came bounding back. "That was way cool mum." Danielle said."That's nice honey." Laura and I said in unison, then realising our mistake,glanced at each other. I don't think anyone else picked up on it.The talk drifted around the table about this and that. Jackie asked had anyonehad any success in getting a sponsor. There was unanimous no. Jackie turned andexplained they were looking for a sponsor to help pay for uniforms and trophies."Wouldn't know anybody that would be interested?". Standing in the doorway, was the unmistakably femininecurvature of a woman. The edges of her silhouette were outlined withalternating fringed and curving lines of lace lingerie. Moonlight kissedher exposed skin with bands of blue. Her left hand clutched the handleof a briefcase.She stepped soundlessly into the bedroom, tiptoed to the window; theshapely lines of her legs crossed and swayed, her silhouette fused andsplit as she walked. Her breasts jutted forward, encased in the lacebra. Stopping.