"You're looking quite pretty yourself. And how's my ravishing wife?" I say as I turn to kiss Marsha. She is in her robe, no makeup, and hair in a po...ytail, but I swear she looks just as beautiful as the day I married her. I sit down and enjoy my Special-K and grapefruit breakfast (I have to watch my figure), while we all talk about the coming day. Marsha has another job interview today. I wish her well. Peter reminds me that he has cheerleading practice after school. I begin to talk. She nuzzled into my chest, content, with fits of sweet laughter.“I think I should open my first gift,” I said as I undid the shiny red bow on her hip and removed the sash that had hung around her waist all evening. I draped it over my shoulder, hugged her in my arms and unzipped her emerald green dress. Our kisses grew more intense, longer and deeper. The dress slipping off her shoulders. I held it as she stepped out of her dress, then deftly tossed it to drape over the back of the chair. “I. ?Yes Paula, come in please. Have a seat.? ?Hi Ma’am I was wondering?..? ?Give me a minute Paula. Please sit down.? When I sat in the chair on the side of Vivian’s desk I could see the same picture of me that Noreen and Serena and I had seen. I was petrified. Vivian was pissed. ?It seems there’s some fucking clown out there that thinks it’s funny to send porn to me here at work.? She sneered. ?If I knew who was responsible I’d call the cops and have them arrested.? Vivian’s scowl turned. ’ ‘Me, either,’ Jason said. He remembered the way Paul leered at Sylvia’s mother and felt a surge of anger. ‘If you ask me, he’s a real jerk.’ Karen smiled at him. ‘Why Jason, I do believe you’ve taken a very strong dislike to Paul,’ she said. ‘You aren’t jealous, are you?’ ‘Jealous, hah!’ Jason said. ‘No way! At least not of him and Sylvia. I…I just don’t like the way he…he looks at you, that’s all.’ ‘Oh, I see,’ Karen said, smiling gently at him. ‘Well, my darling, to be honest with you, I.