’ ‘Has you wife thrown you out or alternatively walked out?’ ‘No, a night of tears for Kit was enough for her, she came into the spare room fo... company and bang, we were soon banging again. Normality restored. I need you to win back these bitchy elderly women who now hate my guts.’ ‘Well, I can help you. But that ends your free interview. Come back tomorrow and the clock will tick.’ ‘Can’t I go on to fee-paying now – I’m off back to Parliament in the morning on the ‘Red Eye Special at 7:00.’. Once again, I surveyed my look, and Ithought I even looked fresher and daintier than before. I put my thingsinto a little black patent clutch purse and got my fur out of thecloset. I wore my white rabbit jacket. The fur is very silky, the satin lining is very feminine, and it cinches tight at my waist, emphasizingthe drape of my skirt over my hips. One last look in the mirror tosatisfy myself, and I picked up my purse and left.At the game, I asked a handsome young usher if he could help me find. And then I was left alone,whatever they had planned would wait until they were ready. But Tammydidn't know that, and I had no idea whether she was being tormentedherself. I tried to communicate to her that I was OK with a loudmphhing sound. My efforts were rewarded with a mewing from Tammy, highand feminine, but still Tammy. We spent the time we were left boundthis way, with an occasional mphh or mew just to reassure each otherand ourselves we were still nearby. Physically unable to comfort. She was still taking on all the challenges thrown her way at work and taming them. She was eating properly and taking care of herself, to include working out. She was still going to church and engaging with everyone.And yet ... while I didn’t have a before-and-after comparison for certain things, overall it was clear to me that she was just putting on a good face for the world. Increasingly, she asked me not to work out or to run with her, so she could be alone. She skipped several Saturday.