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To Catch a Cheating Wife

... Chicago. When Wendy returned from work a little before 6 PM, she found the dining room table set with our china, linen table cloth, and candles. The centerpiece was a dozen American Beauty roses. She also detected the delightful aroma of the veal Marsala, asparagus, Minestrone soup, freshly baked bread, and Tiramisu. She was aghast, and I was beaming with pleasure. &#034My god! Jeff. This is amazing.&#034 I pulled her chair out for her, kissed her softly on the lips, and then poured the wine after testing myself in the manner of the great chefs of the world. Dinner was fabulous... not surprising... since I had consulted the chef at Luigi's in advance. Wendy couldn't stop gushing and praising every thing. When I finally served the Tiramisu and coffee, she couldn't stand the suspense any longer. &#034All right, Jeff. What's all this for?&#034 &#034Patience, Honey. Patience. Don't spoil my surprise. Let's enjoy the marvelous Tiramisu and later, as we sip our coffee, the mysteries will unfold and be solved.&#034 Wendy giggled like a school girl and dug into the dessert. Later in den with the lights all turned low, I handed her my gift, a flat, rectangular package that seemed unusually heavy. Her eyes were wide with curiosity as she undid the ornate wrapping. When she lifted the lid of the box, she saw a gleaming brass name plate with gold trim and highlights. The words were simple and to the point. They read Mrs. Wendy Lemann Vice-President Manufacturing Division My wife was ...

... speechless... totally unable to speak. She knew I would never joke about something like this. After a bit, she managed to ask, &#034How? How did this happen?&#034 &#034There's a lot you don't know. Settle back and enjoy your wine while I tell you the wildest story you've ever heard.&#034 It took over an hour, but not the two that I had spent telling J.T. because I left out the part about the DVD that Hawkin's had made in hotel room. I concluded by saying, &#034So, when J.T. found out about the deceptive lingerie from Victoria's and the bogus DVD in which you were presumably having sex with a young, black stud in some motel room, and all the rumors he and Steers had circulated, he decided to give Mr. Hawkins and Mr. Steers the opportunity to resign. That left him without a VP of Manufacturing, so I suggested he promote the experienced and best of the group leaders, someone by the name of Mrs. Wendy Lemann. Congratulations, Mrs. Lemann.&#034 &#034My god, Jeff. You're not only a genius fucking... you're also a fucking genius. You've also got more will power than man I've ever seen or heard about. There are rumors all over the place that I'm fucking dozens of men. Faye Cantlin, comes over here, strips naked and asks you to take her to bed, you turn her down? Unbelievable!... but I do believe you. Absolutely.&#034 &#034It wasn't that hard. Faye's a sexy woman, but you're drop-dead gorgeous, and I'm so hopelessly in love with you that it wasn't a problem to say no to her. But I have a ...