All the Girls at My Place
My wife and I lived in a beautiful home overlooking one of America’s most scenic valleys. Her father had given us the place, him being one of the wealthier people in this country. To be honest, he could afford it twenty times over. My wife had been, and still was, his little angel, so when she asked to be allowed to live a life of luxury, he made it possible for both of us to do anything and go anywhere we chose-whenever we chose. Neither of us had to work another day of our lives. Needless to say, this arrangement suited me just fine. As time passed, my wife, Kimberly, started taking trips to parts of the world that, quite frankly, held no interest to me. Don’t get me wrong, our relationship was great. When …