”We spent the next thirty minutes working out a lesson plan, and after I walked her to the door, it was time to say ‘farewell’ to Jon, his wives... and the kids. Albert and Jane were clinging to each other for dear life, and I wondered if we’d need a pry bar to get them apart, but eventually they stopped hugging and we walked out to the waiting minivan taxi.“Come see us again,” I said.“We’ll try,” Jon replied. “Come visit us next time you’re in London.”“I’m sure Albert will want to visit his. There I took a bourbon and sat down at one of the tables away from the crowd. I pulled out my mobile and put another part of my plan in action. I called a friend of mine from work. Jessica worked with me in my department and was known as the company gossip. Playing the part of the poor put upon husband, I solemnly relayed the conversation I had with my wife, specifically how she had blindsided me with the request for divorce. The reason I called her, not the real reason, was that I was out on. "I love you." I love you, too," I choked. Before I could ask, 'pink what?' the line had gone dead.Well, but it was obvious, right? Panties. I have a weakness, I guess you could call it, for panties. And for pink. And for nylon, and ruffles. My all-time biggest button pusher is pink nylon panties, with ruffles. Little-girl panties. Little bro-Peep panties. I found out that the previous night's impotence had been only temporary; just thinking about showing up for a meeting with her, wearing pink. After we got all the rules out the way the guys relaxed and the chat was freer and Anne got a few compliments about her looks and how sexy she looked, I had to agree with them she did look sexy. There was a bit of banter about going past her boundaries but Anne just laughed and told them she'd let them know when they had Doug who was sitting on her right had shuffled in close to her and put his hand on her thigh and asked if he had crossed the boundary Anne said that 'here he was getting close.