Once there I noted Dave's wife was busy putting away groceries as Dave led me into the livingroom. There was Julie. Dave spoke quietly, said "Julie an... I were all by ourselves here for two hours and didn't lay a hand on each other." Hmm, that didn't sound like my girl Julie.We stayed around awhile talking, then Julie and I drove ourselves back to my place. Julie had a story then: she had gone over to Dave's house early that Saturday because his wife and kids were supposed to be back at their. Since Stacy and the children died, I haven’t had a reason to talk to her parents. And since I moved down here, I haven’t kept in touch with her friends or colleagues either. I’m a pretty introverted person, so most of our friends in Virginia were Stacy’s. Her roommate from college, people from work, other parents. I was friendly with some of the men, but I wouldn’t really call them friends. I have one former work colleague that I talked to a few months ago. But, neither one of us brought up. It's good to hear things like that." So where you off to my friend?" The driver asked."To the Marriott Marques downtown please." Hmmm nice hotel. Is your beautiful wife Rebeccameeting you there?"John swallowed hard. "Uh no. It's the Olsen's 17th birthday. I'm going to their party.The cab driver almost stopped the car as soon as John said that. "Oh my god! The Olsen Twins? Oh man those girls are so sexy! I mean I know I'm a grown man and shouldn't think that way about them but man they are so. That was what I had seen growing up and believed to be the natural orderof things even as terms like dominatrix and submissive were all alien tome. I never realized that anything was unusual about my parents until Idinned with my future in laws.I was courting the strong willed daughter of another family ofmultimillionaires. Their family could not have been anymore differentfrom mine. Mrs. Jones was subjugated. Whenever her husband spoke, shelistened and nodded dutifully. She expressed some.