Ralph and his wife Carla had lived next door to the Lindsay's since they moved in two years earlier.
It was the newlywed's first house and they had been all excited fixing up their love nest just the way they wanted it. The first two years had been right out of a storybook with the devoted couple doting over each other's desires. That is why the news of their split had come as a shock to their neighbors.
The scuttlebutt was that Christine's husband had left his bride for a young bimbo he had met where he worked.
Christine's lawyer had collected a generous settlement from her misbehaving husband, giving the wronged wife possession of the matrimonial home and an adequate monthly maintenance allowance.
Christine was sitting pretty, twenty-six-years old, tall, blonde, attractive with her own resources. The jilted wife was hurt, as the one man she had completely loved had betrayed her. She became reclusive and seldom left her home.
Ralph was surprised when he answered the phone and Christine was on the other end.
"Hi Ralph, it's Christine and I have a problem.
She went on to apologize for bothering him but explained she had a problem with the toilet, it was constantly running water.
Ralph said he would slip over and have a look at the misbehaving toilet.
It was just after ten in the morning and Ralph's wife Carla had left for work at the school board. Ralph was about to leave to meet a customer to bid on a renovation job he wanted.
Christine greeted him at the door in a pink silk robe. The belt was missing from the robe and the statuesque blonde held the robe closed with her hand.
"HI Ralph, c'mon in." she said swinging the door open wider.
Ralph stepped into the house and Chris show him the way him to the bothersome toilet.
It too Ralph only moments to remove the tank top and allow the flapper valve to close so the tank could refill.
"I feel so silly bothering you for something so simple!" Christine apologized.
"No problem" Ralph relied.
"Time for a coffee?" the attractive blonde asked.
"Sure"
Ralph followed Christine to the kitchen still holding her robe closed as she walked ahead of him.
Ralph watched her hips swivel beneath the smooth silk and saw no signs of panty lines.
Ralph sat at the kitchen table and lights a cigarette as Christine busied herself making a pot of coffee.