So we left. She was still signed off with a doctor's record forged by Mike. I only had a shitty assignment on the books, but heading into the sunrise ...till felt like truanting. I had a nervous energy as we parked partway up and hiked through the forest and beyond to the summit. A spark I'd not felt in a long time. Couldn't tell if she felt it too. I hoped so.Three weeks. Four breakfasts. Five mile round trip up a mountain. We took our time. Stopped regularly at clearings that afforded. Is anyone to blame for this fiasco? In my opinion, the list is long and distinguished and starts at the very top. But, of course that is only my opinion.Coming back from Somalia, we stopped in Hawaii for a layover. Clint and I wandered around the airport killing time when I was paged to return to the USO desk for a phone call. As I walked back to the desk, my mind was slow in trying to figure out who would call me and why. The lady at the desk seemed very pleasant and directed me to the. I slept on the couch that night. Janice stayed in bed the next morning while I got the boys ready for day care. We ate breakfast and left. She never got up. She never said anything. I didn't ask. Her car wasn't in the driveway.About 9 AM, after we got all the trucks loaded, I got a visit from police Lieutenant John Fritz. He was a friendly enough fellow."Tell me about your work schedule yesterday." Just normal deliveries, nothing special. Why?" Can you account for your time around noon?"I went. "I admit that I like the look of garter belts and stockings, but not ona man! I mean, yes they make it easier to play with a woman when youreach under her skirt, but... I am a MAN!"You notice that in the winter I usually wear jeans or pantsuits. Butsince you hate them so much, you always said that only the man of thehouse should wear the pants, you will be wearing only dresses or skirtsets. I know it will be cold, but one has to suffer for their partnerright?"I could only mumble a response, but.