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There are two types of people in this world: One that says there are two types of people here and the other claims that there must be more than that.Let?s assume the former is correct and people come in just two varieties. Les was one type, Carolyn the opposite. Les was a hoarder, a miser, one who insisted getting the last bit of toothpaste out of a tube, the last dollar out of a car deal, consuming everything on his plate, whether he wanted/needed it or not. Carolyn took a more laissez-faire approach to life. If it needed fixing or replaced, just spend the damn money!This was fine, except that Les and Carolyn were married, to each other. Alone, with just the two of this childless-on-purpose couple, they got along as well as most any pair. Both wisely decided that the battles they fought would be about substantial issues.The argument, ?Is this hill worth dying over?? worth the angst? Typically, they agreed to disagree.Storm clouds were on the horizon, though. When out in public, at dinner with friends or at a church function, the lightning sparks of disagreement threatened to start a conflagration.Their tenth anniversary was coming up in about six months. Les wanted to set the whole thing up right away. He wanted all the details, especially about costs, financing and firm plans.When he Kurtköy Escort brought it up on the ride home from a movie with friends, Carolyn shushed him, saying, ?Darling, that is a long way from now. We don?t know where we?ll be then.?Thomas, who was driving, glanced into the back seat to address their double date, saying, ?Wherever you go, Carolyn, you?ll look great! You have a new ?do? and you lost all that weight!?Carolyn accepted the compliments, saying, ?My new job is hectic. I get no time to even eat. And the stress is unbelievable, but thanks.?Thomas?s wife, Jane asked, ?Carolyn. How are you going to handle being away from home two or three nights a week??To Les, she playfully asked, ?Can you get by without her???I guess I?ll find a way to manage,? he wondered aloud. ?We are so lucky Carolyn finally remembered we had a date with you two tonight. It has totally slipped our appointments secretary?s mind.?Jane appeared to mull something over in her mind. A few miles past and she continued, in a teasing voice, asking*Carolyn, ?So you will be spending time in those hotel bars entertaining clients, eh??She said this playfully enough, but the implication was there.Carolyn missed it, agreeing that there might be some after-work social contact. She replied, Kurtköy Escort Bayan ?That?s not being unfaithful, per se, is it? Les plays on our church softball team and the guys and girls go out afterwards to drink beer. He?s the one you?d better watch while I?m gone.?Les?s wife continued, ?When I was in Chicago last month, you had the whole house, hell, the whole town to yourself for a week. Were you a good boy? How can I be sure??He got testy, ?We don?t go out ?to drink beer.? Our team socializes at a sports bar. That is all.?He raised his voice enough for the front seat to notice, ?I got a colonoscopy on that Thursday you were away. The prior-procedure diet, that awful crap I had to drink, and the procedure itself kept me at home, in the bathroom most of the time. I?m glad Tom was able to take a day off to chauffer me around! Me fool around? I?m calling bullshit!?Carolyn was glad the trip was coming to an end. There would be no inviting their transportation in for a nightcap.She finished up, disclosing, ?I gave Les two great homecoming gifts, didn?t I, sweetie??Les answered as he lifted himself out of the backseat, ?Yeah. One was great, but I never liked hillbilly music and you brought home a CD of it.?They continued arguing as Tom and Jane drove Escort Kurtköy away.The discussion went, ?I always loved country music and don?t call it hillbilly.?Les caved, saying, ?The other gift was great. I don?t think you?ve ever given me a blowjob like that before.?The following day was Sunday and Carolyn stayed home from church, to pack, perhaps even a week away. She secreted herself in the master bath with her phone.Les used the guestroom facilities. He mused, ?She?s been in there an hour. I?ll shave later.?That evening, with Carolyn on her way to Chicago, Les did what he thought was the right thing. He tried to go online to one of two flight tracking sites, to watch the progress his wife?s plane made toward ORD.His trusty computer broke. It shut down. He tried all his tricks to revive the admittedly older machine without success. He resorted to using his cell and saw that the plane landed.Even with all his rebooting, key strokes and even a battery restart, the thing was dead as Elvis.Carolyn?s home computer beckoned. She had no qualms of conscience about invading Les?s space, commandeering his old one if she needed to. She was just that way. Les, being the opposite, had never gone through his wife?s pocketbook, bank book or computer.Les heeded the call of the working computer. He solved the password problem within a few minutes. She?d used her dorm room number and hall from college, capitalizing the first word. Maybe he shouldn?t have.Her message post site was already active. Carolyn hadn?t shut down her computer correctly, closing out all her business. Les read,