.. We all watch the show. Some of us are curious, some not. I’d never do it ... But she’s that kind of girl. No limits. If she wants to do it, she...’ll do it. Fair play to her.”Then we’re in the changing rooms at the club. Bare white walls, concrete floors and slatted wooden benches around the outside. There’s a shower block to the rear. The rooms are deserted save for Natalie and our camera crew. You might think it’s the middle of the day, right after those external shots were filmed, but it’s. .."I don't know what happened first. There were so many things and my eye wasn't fast enough to distinguish them.The first thing I noticed was that my sister seemed to have swallowed her soup the wrong way. Some of it spewed across the table, getting on both Jill and I. Some of it came out of her nose at the same time. She started coughing and Mom had to pound her on the back.At some point, she looked at Mom with a look like the one a kid gets when caught smoking by her parents. A look that. I shouldn’t answer. But if I’m not prepared to answer, why have I given my secret admirer the number at all?I pick the phone up and my finger pushes the button. “Hello?”“Hello?” He sounds as nervous as I feel. His voice trembles slightly. It’s neither deep nor high. My secret admirer may look like a thug, but he doesn’t sound like one.My nerve fails me. I don’t know what to say. I just lay there, in bed, under the covers, unable to speak.My secret admirer clears his throat. “I’m calling to… I. My ATM card would carry me until I could disappear and start over. I was still married of course, kind of a problem; but I figured, more of one for her than me. She was the one who wanted to be with someone else. I assumed she'd marry him, but to do that she'd have to divorce me. She could fucking well do the payin'.I drove. Day and night I drove stopping only to piss, or to get gas and coffee. I hadn't slept for almost twenty-four hours. Finally, when I'd almost killed myself, just barely.