Every three or four nights they were having me meet them to take their relief in me. It was a bit much, but I thought they'd get tired of me after a w...ile and move on to someone else. I was thinking that maybe this was something that cops do all the time that the public doesn't know about. Kind of the dark secret world of the police, but out of necessity.After a couple of weeks of this I thought it was time to end, but I had never said anything. I had never objected or raise any issues with. Even though he was married, I thought he might be excited to learn what Mom and I were doing.One night I called him up and luckily, his wife was out with some girlfriends. Even though I was apprehensive at first, I casually asked him about his sex life with Charlene. They had been married about ten years and he said that she didn't show as much interest as in the past. I thought this was curious because I knew that Glenn was well-endowed. I'd seen him naked before when I was a teenager and he. She turned back to look at Dave and asked, "You wouldn't happen to know why Professor Clarkson and Susan are here on a Saturday, would you?" Sorry, I have no idea," Dave answered."It's just that I've never seen him here on a Saturday in all the years that I've been here," the woman said."Interesting," Dave said."Thanks anyway, I was just curious," the woman said and then walked off.Dave hobbled down the hallway until he reached room 212. He tried the door knob, but found it locked. He knocked. I think he’s desperate to keep it quiet, because if anyone says anything, he’ll be forced to do something he doesn’t want to do. He loves her and wants her with him, but doesn’t love her enough to forgive her. He’s in a confused world of hurt.”“Shit, if I’d known, I would never have...” he trailed off into miserable silence.“James, I want you to be honest with me. Did you know she was Nigel’s girl?”He nodded again, even more miserably.“Was she difficult to talk round, into going with the four.