I have been married for over twenty-five years to my lovely wife Pam. When we married in our mid-twenties I, like a lot of men in my age group had 'pl...yed the field.' Not excessively, but still, with the current threat of aids, more than would now be considered either wise or safe. Pam had had lots of boyfriends but was a virgin who had 'saved' herself for her wedding night and me her husband. Well she had saved herself, but we didn't actually make the wedding night - we had ended up in bed one. Her hair was done up held in place by dozens of bobby pins. They were nose to nose singing one of her favorite songs. If there was any tension between them due to her insistence of moving down to Longview, it didn't show. As she left, she even gave Ernie a nice kiss on the tip of his nose before moving across the stage. Then came the "Boots" song. Girls in the audience lifted their arms in the air and started gyrating their bodies on the floor, on chairs, and on the tables."Go to it girls," she. It was lit by a glass roof which was frosted to prevent the sun from being too strong. There was a small dais with a throne, and several other chairs round the walls. In the centre of the floor was another dais which was about three feet square and had no chair on it. The walls were decorated with mildly pornographic mosaics depicting couples in various forms of sexual congress, some more possible than others. It reminded Tamsin of the time at school when an illustrated copy of the Kama Sutra. " Come on Blevins, I need to know what kind of history he was with the Russian Mob." Why?" he asked."This is one time, you don't need or want to know." I informed him."I know he hates them, or at least he says he does." Blevins answered. "You might try your old buddy Anya. She probably has access to his file." Give me her number, I know you have it." I demanded. Blevins read off a bunch of numbers and I copied them down in my little investigator's notebook.I called the bitch, and after a few.