And We're back!

Home, and let the drama commence, I didn't know how I'd react to the news awaiting me, surprised I'd guess so surprised it would be, I was a bit uncomfortable knowing it were an out and out lie, but it was the cause that was the important thing and of course the bigger lie behind that was Ginia and my past. God I could here my Dad and Mum and their talk to me and my brother about compounding lies and how they always get found out in the end, yikes! Best I not think about that, while I'm trying to act out a lie I guess.

Well I acted surprised, Liz and Leigh actually had to drag what I felt out of me, before Liz was convinced that I was happy to have it 'come out behind my back'. She never questioned about what I may have known other than having met Paul previously but not knowing his link to Ginia, which was the only slip any of us made and so when it was the normally calm and composed Leigh that called Ginia well Ginia I expected Liz to jump right on top of that, but she didn't even ask, Leigh had looked horrified in my direction but I didn't react, just smiled besides Liz didn't know Virginia as anything other than Virginia and certainly didn't know Ginia was my name for her. Paul well he was the stereotypical boyfriend meeting the girlfriends parents, nervous but confident.

Well that night was a repeat of the night before just a bit more gentle and relaxed as we rediscovered each other, we loved, she cried, I comforted, we loved. As we lay Liz asked the question, “Honey all those things we did last night, we've never done anything like that before, how did you know....you know?”

“I er, um porn honey, I figured that we did need some excitement that we were maybe stale and staid in our sex life so porn.”

“Oh, no actually honey, that's great, maybe we should both you know, look ...together.”

“Liz, I'd love that.” I could've added just not that bit of porn honey.

If Liz hadn't asked I would never have realised that all the things we had done actually even the anal, well not the initiation that was totally up to Liz, was taken from porn, I'd watched, that day, from Ginia's video - every move was one Ginia had performed on her 'victims'.

Well, we settled back into married life, Liz still had her meetings with Ginia, Leigh saw Paul daily at her or his place so Ginia was a solid part of her life. Ginia and I talked but irregularly now, I guess she thought we didn't need it anymore so she just stopped calling really. Now and then Leigh would bring me up to speed on what her and Paul were doing and add in a snippet about Ginia but not often, I tried to be up beat about it when she spoke about Gin, but I guessed she knew it was a bit hard for me to take.

As far as Liz and my sex life it had been going well, we'd surfed the net, found porn we liked and endeavored to up-skill on a pretty regular basis. Variety was high on the list as were the toys that began littering our bedroom floor. I made Liz get a 'toybox' complete with lock and key so little prying eye's and hand's couldn't get in if you get my drift, and we had hours of fun with most of them.

Three months after our problem's a change in Liz occurred again and I maybe was a little bit surprised when Liz started backing away from our adventure time and reverted well not back to our old habits as much as less than that really, she also became withdrawn and no matter how I approached her the answer seemed to be the same “I'm fine honey, just going through a phase.”

A week later it was just, “I'm fine.”

The week after that it was, “Don't even ask, OK!”

So I asked the two people I thought might know something, first her daughter and then her newest best friend.

Leigh and I still had our talks but either school problems or how she was getting on with Paul, News on the Ginia front was never broached, I guessed they were getting on well though. So when I asked Leigh about her Mum she replied not the way I thought she would, “She's starting up again, isn't she Dad?”

“Really honey, is it that obvious?”

“Yep, somethings going on, I've talked to Ginia about it and she said she's noticed it, she doesn't go see Ginia like she used to and she goes out for lunch now, we don't know where but Paul and I are thinking about..”

“LEIGH, NO YOU WILL NOT! Either of you, do you understand me, this is not up for discussion if any spying on your mother is to be done, I'll take care of it, do I make myself clear.”

“CHRYSTAL!!”

“Leigh!”

“FINE!”

“Leigh! Don't start with me!”

“Whatever.”

Kids can't live with them, not allowed to ...oh never mind.

When we'd settled I said I'd ring Ginia and see what her take was on the situation. She was mystified too, it had happened suddenly and she said Liz changed so quickly she never really understood what initiated it, she just backed right off with Ginia as well, not really unfriendly but more aloof when she was around Gin. Ginia said she seemed secretive, she would leave little quip's that Ginia felt she was meant to understand but in the end meant very little. This past week it had turned to snide little comments, criticism's aimed at Ginia without naming her specifically, things like, “Single Mums get the chance to whore around a lot easier than married mums.”

“She said THAT Gin?”

“Yes M, I don't know what's going on but I don't like it.”

I made a subtle little cynical laugh, “What Mike?”

“Oh nothing Gin, it was something Leigh said when it all blew up and then I thought I'd fixed this the first time.”

“Can I ask what that was M?”

“Leigh said something like 'don't be too unhappy if things don't go back to what they were', she asked me to promise I'd look after me.”

“Mike, have faith, don't give up yet honey.”

“Yep, you're right Gin, I won't give up.”

That was Wednesday, Friday morning I got a phonecall, at work on my cell, I thought I recognised the number, “Good morning Joe, what can I do for you this morning?”

“Buy my bar for a start, however Mike, not to muck around, consider this a courtesy call you'll remember when we start negotiating price. Your wife has been frequenting my bar again at lunch-times, as you may or may not know we do bar lunches and they are really quite popular with the clientèle. She is more than welcome to partake of them when ever she likes. One of my staff noticed her here about two weeks ago, but has only caught me up since I was sure I recognised her and asked the appropriate question's. It may interest you to know that the people she eats with shall we say have a pandering for group sex, if you know what I mean. My suspicion that they have not been successful with their recruitment program was confirmed when the person in my employ was made aware of his responsibilities and he has found out that they consider they will be successful today. I know that your good lady eats here between twelve fifteen and one o'clock sharp Mike. I am not trying to influence you but maybe if you were to come here at say quarter to twelve we could maybe get a bite and I could bend your ear with a further offer to sell you my bar, totally up to you, then of course you could surprise your wife.”

“Joe, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course Mike, fire a head.”

“Joe, why do you care?”

“Oh, quite simply put, because I can Michael, because I can, I take I'll see you at quarter too then!”

The more I had to do with this Englishman the more I liked him.