The spirits that were here have gone. I cannot see whence they have gone. Perhaps my father could know; perhaps the one who taught me, Rock-Wallaby. T...ere is nothing here for us. Let us look at the other cave.”They exited and Sam waved to Tom. They walked to him.“Can you put us on the path to the third cave?”“Potoroo told me to do so.” Tom led them a bit downhill to a point where a faint track led up at a slightly northerly angle. Five more minutes and Sam could see another dark overhang. The. I was getting nowhere fast so gave up on the surveillance. The PI that I hired gave me some tips on what to look out for, just in case, and said that if I wasn't sure and wanted to hire him again, he would give me a discount. So I snooped. I looked at his emails, I listened to his phone calls, and I checked his cell phone. Nothing. I resigned myself to the fact that he just preferred being at work than being home with me. I thought I was still in fairly good shape. My figure was still enough. She found the strength to whisper that, alone in the dark."How does he feel about that?"I don't know, she answered. I could meet you-"No, I don't want that."She fell to silence."Are you fucking him?"Sort of. She told him about the other night, how they both had done things that they hadn't in the past."I want you to quit fucking him. Do you understand me? No pussy, no blow jobs. No fingering his asshole. Tell him you have the flu or something. Call me in the afternoons, so that I know that you. .." I said in a fading out voice.She paused a second as if contemplating a thought and then said "Ok, let's go get some dinner. We can shop for shoes on another day."---It was a quiet ride to the restaurant. I was lost in my thoughts and apparently so was the wife. After we had ordered, the wife finally broke the ice."When I found your high heels last Saturday, I didn't know what to think. My first thought was they belonged to another woman. I started racking my brain for any other signs that.