Chapter Eleven
Over the next few nights, as Terry slept and I pleaded an inability to sleep, I used the privacy of my study to swap text on MSN Messenger with Ronnie on the best way to implement my plan to give my wife what she wanted.
A plan, incidentally, that would make Jake-the-scrote history, and give my marriage another chance.
The decision to keep our contact to email and not Skype or cell-phone made because we did not want to take the chance Terry might wake, find me missing from the bed still, come downstairs and overhear my side of any conversation. I had yet to put Ronnie in the loop about my cloning – Chris’s cloning – of Terry’s cell-phone and the recorders in her car and bags, though I couldn’t understand why I hadn’t. Time for that later.
What we both had in mind was a l
