She gave me the best kiss anyone had given me in memory. I got an erection. She noticed and pressed herself to it before ending the kiss and hurrying ...to her room. ‘Bye, have fun,’ I said as I walked her out her door. I felt restless all day and ended up rearranging my patio. Then I did a partial water change in my aquarium, just ten percent that time. Monday morning we greeted each other formally. Then she stuck her tongue out at me. I kissed her as she did. Punch, kiss, giggle. We had to work. Now come on, high heels are hardly functional. But, they draw other people to look at our legs. Short skirts……come on, they say look at my thighs. Dresses that cling to us are hardly designed for mobility. No, they say, come on look at my shape. Tight Tshirts, hey, look at my breasts. And all this is on show for all to see. Of course there are times when we are more selective about our audience. Take our underwear. Well, where do I start ? How about wispy, see-through knickers. We don’t buy. The next time I had the chance I asked her, "So who was the black guy that picked you up on Friday?" My weekend date."She saw the look on my face. "My husband got me into seeing him on weekends when he's not home."She saw that this needed far more of an explanation. "My husband likes to spend some weekends with guys at the lake . They fish, hunt, talk business, and stuff." I'm invited, but it's totally a guy-thing so my husband introduced me to Jerold, a black guy he works with, who my husband. We line cooks making plate after plate, trying to be on time for our patrons, making sure each dish is the way the chef and expediter wants it. Steam causing my face to sweat, an unruly lock of hair falls from under my cap. Steak frites. That was the dish in front of me. Wiped the edge of the plate, gave it tot he server, expediter checked it and out it went.A moment later, the server comes back and says to me, very nervous because she saw what happened last week, says to me, “He's out there.