Then on a slow song, as I danced with my wife, I felt someone shove something into my back pocket. As I danced around slowly, there was Teresa all smi...les and winking at me. The guy she was dancing with hadn’t a clue as to what was happening. Anyway I had her number. A couple of days later I gave her a call. We set up lunch and met. When she arrived she gave me a big kiss & huge hug. Saying she thought she had lost me forever. I asked, "Where have you been?". She told me because of her husband's. Actually, it wasn’t even like forgetting, it was like I never knew it in the first place. Imagine that, to all of a sudden find yourself somewhere and not know where it is, or why you’re there, or who you are.’ Charlotte took a bottle of wine out of the mini fridge. ‘It’s traditional to begin a story in medias res.’ ‘I’m sorry, what?’ ‘In the middle of the action, so that the reader will be drawn in by questions about the things they don’t at first know.’ She handed him a glass. ‘But how can. A warm hand rested on her stomach. Not her hand. And something else was moving back and forth. A thumb. There was a thumb in her bed. Also not hers. She felt a hand on her stomach and a thumb was moving back and forth over her belly button. Odd. But still, it felt nice. She breathed in deeply and opened her eyes. Groggy. As her eyes focused, she saw a dark mass next to her. It was a man. There was a man in the house. Again, odd. She focused. This was important. She looked the figure over. ” She hung up and turned to me. “Guess what?” “We baby sit Janine,” I guessed. Guessed hell, I knew we were going to watch the kid. “My dear sister, the lucky slut, gets to go with Raymond when he heads to Paris for a week. Mom just backed out so we are the lucky babysitters.”“Leslie, while the kid is here I do not want you pulling your usual shit. I mean it.” I did too. But like all best laid plans, shit happened.She got irritated. “Finish putting your uniform on and go to work.” She walked.