Thursday morning I woke up at 7 smelling freshly brewed coffee.
My breakfast was on the table and Ann was already eating hers.
She looked me in the eye, "Both of us are in a hurry now, but in the evening we need to talk."
"Yes dear, we should..."
The whole day I could not make myself think about work.
A vision of Jeff playing with my wife's bare t**s in the nightclub bounced constantly in front of my eyes...
Luckily, the supervisor was too busy to notice my lack of concentration.
When it was time to leave work, I hurried out and at 6:30 pm I was home.
I found Ann sitting in the living room with a glass of white wine. She looked pensive.
She glared in my direction, but said nothing.
I poured myself a large glass of wine too - If I was about to get into trouble, better be loaded fi
