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Having finished the afternoons meeting at nearby Cleveland, somewhat early, I feel quite upbeat as I make my way across the parking lot to my car. With the additional time I've now got I decide to cook Roger, my husband, one of his special meals, lamb roast, with all the trimmings. Then as I place my briefcase on the hood of my car, to get the keys from my bag, I see something off in the distance that makes my heart stop, and leaves me momentarily short of breath. Roger, is publicly kissing another woman, and as far as I can tell she's younger than me. Feeling somewhat nauseous and sick, I turn around, and bend over, reaching, but nothing comes up. "Uhu, arg, emg," I splutter. Then lifting myself up, "Roger, you absolute bastard!" I mumble to myself.

Moments later, two young black guys in their early 20's, who are passing through the open car lot, notice me and come over. "Are you allright lady?" Marcus asks me. "Em? Yes, I just had a rather sickening episode," I inform him. And over the next short while I explain what I just witnessed. "You want us to sort him out for you, Vicky?" Gordon, the one with a fuller build and quite muscular, chivalrously says, while knocking a clenched fist against his left palm, making a resounding splat! To which I emit a furrowed look. "Na, na, man, not cool, you need some proper revenge," Marcus, who's taller and average build, rejoins. "Now see he's got the right idea," I tell Gordon, with a reassuring smile on my face, as I momentarily place my hand on Marcus's shoulder. "Yeah man, I'm a lover, not a fighter," he extols. And then it hits me. Roger's always home at 6pm; you can set your watch ...

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