I’m Catholic. I love my wife. Why Marsha and I; we have four kids! I’ve been as faithful as an old dog, at least until ... Now what? I’ve got to...get home!The drive was long and tedious; first out of the city where the Jefferson’s shop was located, then down the freeway, up to the Interstate, and last, Route Twelve to our development and home. I had a lot of on my mind. What was I going to do? I just knew; sooner or later Marsha would suspect something. I felt terrible!What’s wrong with me? I’m. " Bonnie fumed. I could tell she was starting to lose it."Look Bonnie. I'm really sorry I cheated on you, but it wasn't planned, it just happened. The thing about her being eighteen just didn't seem to matter at the time. I was playing, and she whipped our her violin, and before I knew what hit me we were playing this duet, and she was so good and played so passionately that I just couldn't stop myself." I knew I sounded like a teenager making excuses to a parent, but I couldn't stop myself. ?And what would the future Mrs Biggs like?? he asked and let Rose’s skirt fall back to modesty.?Could you please show me your belly Rose?? Jill said politely.Rose was visibly crying now. By some morbid surrender she still complied though, lifting up her shirt to reveal and tender tenderloin.?Hmmm? Jill sounded. ?Very nice. Grilled, marinated in plum sauce and served with the spinach salad as a side.Rose despite the sentence stood immobile for a few moments. It was obvious she was dealing. “I see you’re driving your boyfriend’s car this morning, Maggie,” said the older detective. The woman’s smile erupted on her face like the sunrise splitting the darkness.“And now you’re even wearing his shirts,” he threw in.“VooDoo ... Ya pulled me out of bed on what is supposed to be a day off,” said Maggie. “So ya get what ya get. Besides ... We’re supposed to be plain clothes detectives, right? These are plain clothes. Next time I’ll wear a fucking evening gown ... What’s going on?”“Do you.