Chapter Ten
Change of Heart Part One
It had been a hard day at work so when I came through the door my first thought was directed toward fixing myself a stiff one. I was halfway to the wet bar before it penetrated my single-mindedness that something was different. My first clue was that I didn’t smell dinner. My second clue was that I could smell one of my wife’s better perfumes. I stopped and turned. She was sitting on the couch dressed in a thigh length white mini-skirt, black silk blouse and f**k me heels. Her hair was stylishly done and her face looked like a Hollywood makeup artist had been working on it for hours.
“Did I forget that we are going out?” I asked.
“No.”
“Why are you so dressed up?” I asked.
“I have a date later,” she said.
“With who?”
“A new friend.”
“Have I me
