”This time Mrs. Dietel spoke to me instead of her husband. It wassomething she normally never did – talk to the help. “He would ra...herwork on some contract than fuck his wife.” She then spoke over myshoulder as I finally got her onto the rear seat. “Or are you fuckingsomeone else?” There was venom in her voice. “Like that bimbosecretary of yours?”After I stood back up out of the limousine, Mr. Dietel closed the doorjust as his wife’s. And if we did, why would she be marrying Ronald?"Why, indeed? You keep asking the pithy questions, Lucas. If you say you're not responsible..."I'm not, Mom -- I swear to God, I'm not!"Then, there's only one other explanation.Lucas felt his cell vibrating in his pocket. It made a chime that indicated an incoming text message. He pulled it from his pocket and read the screen. Im downstairs where r u was the message from Sharon."Mom -- I gotta go."Think about it, Lucas. You might conclude that. Conjugation, as my husband would say, is a bitch. Particularly when you’re learning a new language — which you two certainly are.”“English crazy. Sometimes one way, other times ... different. We know words from machine. Not sure how to put words together ... right?” Lila questioned.Morales chuckled. “Hell, I was raised speaking it and sometimes I still screw up. Well ... maybe more than just sometimes,” he finished as his women chuckled, and the wolves looked at each other.Morales knelt in. For some reason, a single 38 year old man, with a good job and all of his hair has less problems acquiring partners for casual sex than a working mother living at home, so she was usually the one who called me.I don't mean to suggest that I didn't enjoy it or look forward to it. If I had my way, it would have been even more than a regular thing, but I did understand that she had other priorities and did not want any long-term relationship then. I respected her wishes, and besides, I was not a.