<strong>Danforth</strong>rinsed carefully his mouth for the second time and spit in the washbasin. Shaving, showering and brushing his teeth was his best way to feel clean, fresh and ready. He looked at the slightly grizzled man in the mirror. «You're growing old, pal, aren't you?» He licked his lips and smiled, feeling like a character in a cheap detective story: the aging man, with the stunning young wife, getting ready to do something unbelivably stupid.<br/><br/>But he felt eager, too. High spirited and a little nervous, like a teenager at his first date. He couldn't wait to see what was going to happen at the party. A very special party. He turned on the music, and the strong, full voice of Cab Calloway filled the house. He put on a white shirt and his pinstriped black suit. (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130112103614/dexter/es/images/a/a0/Isaak_Sirko.jpg) He wanted to look sharp, a husband to be proud of. He giggled: that anxious teenager feeling again. There were going to be other men, at the ranch. Young, handsome, well built. What if his wish to fight routine with Bren turned out wrong? What if... «Fuck you, doc» he scolded himself. He and Brenna were going to have a lot of fun, meet sexy and interesting people, spice up their relationship and enjoy themselves.<br/><br/>Then, trying to calm down, he did something he hardly ever did. While Brenna was still getting ready, he quickly poured himself a tiny drop of scotch and swallowed it in half a second. Then washed the tumbler and put it back in the cupboard. Probably it wasn't going to help, but who knows... Dan sat at the dinner table and started absent mindedly going through some work related bureaucracy, waiting for his wife. They had the address. He was clean and suited up. He took with him some painkillers, better safe than sorry. He was ready.