"Want to tell me about the surprise?" she asked mischievously."That's where we're headed right now." And where's might that be?" Home." he said."Home?... she queried, "The surprise is at home?" Sure is," he answered, smiling."Now let me see," she began, "this surprise is something to do with your new business venture and it's at home?" You catch on fast, Sherlock. But, seriously, there is something I need to ask you before we get there. "His voice had become serious. She straightened and looked. Why am I not leaping around, and why aren’t the two husbands to the married women at my throat? The answer is that we love each other. We reached the point that’s extremely difficult for many American men to contemplate: most of us care little about the paternity of our children. We will ALL raise them together, protect them, educate them, nurture them, and love them, regardless of whose little spermatozoa made the successful swim upstream to find the waiting egg and do the fertilization. When he had departed his wife took up her perch on her deck chair with her book, being the nosey type I wandered over and introduced myself."Hello again, I'm Jim Wilson looks like we will be neighbours for a few days." She cowered like a cornered animal "Oh ... I'm er ... Jenny ... um ... Taylor, I don't think you should talk to me, if Bob finds out he'll give me a bad time" she stuttered out.A closer look and I saw she was sporting a black eye. "Why do you put up with his abuse, surely you. I had on a cream colored white silk shirt,open at the neck, with lots of gold chains, tight tan slacks withpleats and dark green alligator Italian loafers, sort of a combinationof Sylvester Stallone and John Travolta. The girls just couldn't keeptheir eyes or their hands off of me. I picked out the hottest number,she must have been a double D at least, most of it hanging out of herdress, and was going to take her for a spin on the dance floor, when Iheard a voice."Sit up and stay on the.