"I don't know," she said, "are you?"I didn't tell her at the time, but I had a hard-on that extended easily beyond my knees and toward my ankles! She ...exuded sex, but not in a silly, contrived way; she was demure, sophisticated and incredibly sweet. I asked her out for coffee and we went to my favorite 24-hour hangout and drank coffee and talked for the next two hours. We talked about everything from her daughter to her failed marriage to her dreams and aspirations. Then she asked about my life. I tried, I really tried. And all I'vereceived from you is anger and selfishness."Even this ..." he continued, "this, I did to please you. I admit thatI hid the shoes from you. I admit that I didn't quite tell you thetruth. But I was going to. It was just a matter of time. When youasked -- no told -- me to get fully dressed, I went along. And look atme now. I am scared and embarrassed to stand here in front of everyone,in front of my friends -- not, actually, they're mostly YOUR. ‘Surely you know women are natural keepers of secrets, David. When men have secrets, they’re just a little white lie to keep the woman happy. When women have secrets, they’re sly, deceitful. They’ve broken the male-imposed directive.’ She drained her glass and placed it on the low table, looked across at him with a quizzical smile: ‘You know I’m right. It’s the old double standard.’ ‘Come. I’ll show you more.’ She rose and crossed the room to a large door, opened and extended her arm to him.. "Sylvia be careful please," Happy said as she left my SUV with her small case."What is this? Are you are afraid for my safety, or afraid it will turn out to be a Watergate type burglar?" I asked."A little of both, probably more of the latter," she confirmed."At least you are honest," I said."Why not I'm not the one facing jail," she said."But there would be a best selling book deal in it," I admitted. Happy smiled then walked away. I drove the Honda SUV to Walmart. I found a sweat suit that.