Scott’s wife. The twin girls. Six year old boy.”“That’s the one.”“What were you talking about?”“Started out going over recipes. We nee... to hold ‘gumbo’ classes.”“I’m sure you moved on past recipes, though.”“Uh-huh. Jay, remember us talking about kids?”“I do remember that,” he said. “I remember us talking about getting our finances stabilized first.”“How stable is one point eight million in an investment account and a six-figure bank balance?”“Pretty darned stable. I’ve been meaning to talk with. So we called her once to our home on vacation and she too agree for that and she came alone without her hubby and kid.everything was normal for two days and from office I use to send sms to my wife and chat about her what she is wearing can u c her boobs how her gand is looking now etc. I asked my wife to ask her whether I can drink at home and she replied she too want to have wine and in the evening we all sat together and start having drink .I started msging to my wife siting near to her. A little promiscuous, if you like. Not necessarily with other people, although she had tried to arouse Jeff’s interest in her by purposely “coming on” to complete strangers on the odd occasion when they went out together, but this didn’t seem to have any affect on Jeff. She even used to purposely leave the toilet door open as she sat, with her legs wide apart, relieving herself, something Lenny was particularly keen on, but Jeff would always, politely, close the door if he happened to walk. "Don't want the drains to plug up." Is that all? I thought, desperately. She's not going to ask! The horrible possibility flared through me.Finished, she closed the door and smiling, came right over to me, standing within inches. "Whatcha reading?" She asked, putting her free hand on my shoulder. "Oh, YR&C, it just came today." It was a Sailing magazine. I hadn't really read a word of it. I was filled with despair. All that hopeful anticipation and she had no intention of letting me give her a.