The 'old' Dave always wore expensive European suits and looked buff and tanned as if he'd just spent the afternoon on either the golf course or tennis...courts. It was always image over substance with him ... and right now the image didn't look all that impressive.That's what nearly seven years in jail will do to you.Maureen, on the other hand, looked to be in a bit better shape. She always had been expensive to maintain, but today she was decked much more plainly than Jeff had ever been used to. It wouldn't be fair if I didn't. Now let's go get clean, and then we'll face the music."They showered together, getting only a little frisky, and dressed for breakfast. Amy found her uniform, cleaned and pressed, laid out beside a set of 'house' clothing like that worn by the other women in Steve's life. She looked at him for a moment, then pulled on the thong and dressed in the 'house' clothing with pastel orange and green roses. "Love the color scheme," she said with a wry grin."I was hoping. I need to go home and deal with burying him." She looked sad and anxious, but not displeased. I guess my job was done. The universe used me, once again, to get a woman through a crisis, and sent them on their way, at least partially healed.Abigail was able to catch a flight out of Charleston, South Carolina, and I continued up the Intercostal, alone – again.Being alone gave me time to think about Abigail's news. If her husband was some kind of conduit for Muslim terror, could he have been. She was holding their heads to her breasts and enjoying the all of the attention.I watched as one man unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. I was expecting some resistance from he but got none. He quit his nipple sucking and just pulled her jeans and panties down and tossed them to the floor.There was my wife fully exposed to two black men she didn’t know. She automatically spread her thighs open for their access. They knew they were in control then and one put his hand between her legs.I knew he.