So there we were, just the eight of us. Even though these people were mainly my wife's friends and their spouses, we were having a good time. After a ...nother round of shots and drinks, the ladies decided it was time to dance. They walked out to the middle of the room and danced in a group to the old school R&B music that was playing. Us guys appreciated the view and stayed back to watch. My wife was clearly having a great time, and so were her friends. As I made myself another drink I felt my. She mumbled and shouted, lurching about the house, from one room to another, trying to get the bad feelings out of her brain, but finding no escape from them."That bastard, that fucking bastard. How could he do this to me? How could he? After everything I did for you. I gave you everything you wanted, everything you asked for... I denied you nothing, you cheating, lying, fucking bastard! Goddamn you, you prick! You played your little game with my daughter behind my back and thought you could. I just wished I knew what I'd done. It wasn't as if I couldask them.The only person I could think of that might be willing to help me wasmy friend Basil. They never seemed to bother Basil about anything. No one seemed to know why that was; it just was. Maybe it had something todo with him being one really quirky oddball.However, I wasn't altogether sure I wanted to bother Basil about this.Actually, he wasn't really a friend of mine. I didn't even know hislast name. As far as I knew he might not. "He stretched as his eyes fluttered open. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me closer. He kissed my forehead before saying, "Good morning, gorgeous."I smiled, and curled up closer to him. My long hair draped over his arm and pillow. My head was resting on his shoulder, my arm over his torso. "I think, we should make this morning memorable. Afterall, this is the first morning that starts the rest of our mornings together." What did you have in mind?" This."Without another word, I stripped my.