I wasn't going to cheat on her.After her death, I still didn't date. Hell, I was sixty-five years old and wasn't about to start over. Who the hell wou...d want an old man?I thought about my life and knew I had lived a good one. A loving wife and great kids. I thought back to my moment in time and did wonder what Jill thought that day in the bedroom so many years ago.As I mentioned earlier, I saw her maybe a dozen times throughout the years. She and Tom catered parties and other occasions.. In the car going back, Bret handed her a packet and a small bag from the store.“What are these?” she asked. She didn’t really want gifts from him. On Christmas would be great -- even her birthday if they were together that long; flowers would be great. Other sorts of gifts when she was sleeping with the guy would start to feel icky.“Two different things, or -- rather -- two different sorts of things. How’d you like to be chair of the committee on not getting into a rut? Y’know, a guy asks a. "How had she ever got herself into this mess?" She thought to herself trying to ignore his pussy attentions.Suddenly Debbie felt the hood been tugged off and she blinked and shook her hair from her face. "Might as well let you watch," sneered the face masked man. He was in a one piece boiler suit with nothing underneath, his hairy arms and neck looking as greasy and unwashed as ever. The crooked zipper mask made him look like some freakish evil clown the leather always looking shiny and wet.. Theyhad open toes, ankle straps, and chunky three-inch heels. His wife hadtrained him enough that he was able to walk on them, though only slowlyand with careful steps. The end effect was to feminize his gait. Shehad him stroll around, noting with approval how he put one foot in frontof the other. Tandy told him to make his body language a bit more girlyand pucker his lips. She fluffed his hair and declared him ready for theevening ahead.Max arrived twenty minutes later. Tandy sent her.