.. she'd wanted to go home. What was it she'd said? 'Let's go home and have our own gang-bang!' Sex... that was it. He hadn't had enough lately. Well,...damnit, it was his own fault, he realized. Probably was the cause of the heartburn that had been eating away at him lately, too.It struck him like a bolt of lightning against a rotting tree trunk. Kathy... he'd been neglecting her lately. Christ, she never complained, never said anything. What a wife! Art shook his head in self-deprecation. And. I didnt evenknow the street address. Since I was unfamiliar withthe area it hadnt seemed necessary. He would show mewhere it was. Or would he?As I waited, I started to think about how reckless Iwas being. How much trust I had placed in one person.What if he never showed up? What if he took everythingwe had both worked for and disappeared? What if I hadbeen temporary? Just something he needed to get by?Left with nothing but a few boxes of photos and booksin the back of my SUV?But, didnt I. Cathy came in with the food which was family style. I sat on the long end of the table so I had Coach on one side and Cathy on the other side.Dinner was fantastic. My mother was a good cock and this reminded me much of my home cooked meals from my c***dhood. I told Cathy that exact thing. She smiled and was very happy that I liked her cooking. Coach and Cathy finished the first bottle before we were halfway done with the dinner. Coach asked if Cathy wanted more wine. He winked at me and told me. "I don't know. I know I wanna try some stuff now." Cool. Got a pen and paper handy?" Sure. I got a post-it thingy on my desk, and there are some pens in the desk drawer." Thanks," Miss K said before squeezing Kayla in her arms and getting up to go to the desk. She found the post-its and a pen, then scribbled down a few things before giving Kayla a piece of paper."What's this?" Well, one number is for my cell in case you need someone to talk to. I know how that goes. Also on there is a number.