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He was a tomcat and had many scratching posts all over town. A quick stop anywhere along his circuitous route might provide a bowl of food, maybe a beer or even a bonghit. He knew which place offered what amenity, which car meant the husband was home, which bed was lonely, which kitties kept their pants on and who with enough sweet persuasion would let those panties drop. Then he'd go home with an excuse to the woman who knew full well what he was up to because she had once been one of the felines in his clowder. In twenty years of marriage he had not stopped being a bachelor or given up his tomcattin' ways and never did it occur to him that his own wife might have someone in their bed while he was in someone else's.