Leslie Ford, my wife, was getting it hot and heavy by the man who had been my best friend since age six, thirty years and counting. Talk about cliché...s.After the initial yelling and running around trying to find discarded underwear et cetera, I had suggested that instead of my doing something untoward, like beating the shit out of Roger, that we all adjourn to the kitchen to see where things were going to go from here. They'd agreed—reluctantly."Mikey, I'm sorry. I know I hurt you. I didn't. That morning Victor had left to his office early and so I was home alone. Before leaving I looked myself in a mirror and liked what I saw.The first part of the morning was busy as usual, but after lunch time I started to get even more nervous. Finally the phone at my desk rang and my Boss called me up to his office.His name was Paul. He was a handsome middle aged man, married naturally; but I knew he loved to flirt with most of the women that worked with him. I found him sitting at his desk and. There had been a few adults who had visited before, people Tika knew from the trading post, but this woman was someone Tika had never seen before. Besides that, visitors walked into the clearing and called greetings. They did not crouch in trees, staring."Where is Tira?" the woman asked."She is taking half a crocodile to the trading post. She should be back soon." Tika replied."I will wait." the woman stated.For fifteen minutes Tika tried to continue studying, but found she could not. Problem solving skills are only fair." He would glance at the reader and, while scanning the room, describe what he found. "Leadership, on the low side of average. Loyalty is on the plus side. Work ethic is very good. Physical conditioning is average. Aggression is poor. For motherhood, it looks good. It's just above average by the way. Your confidence is fair. As it stands, if you were a few years older and had a kid or two, you make a pretty good Head Bitch." Huh?" You've got two or more.