The next morning, he was laying on the couch watching TV while my wife was taking a shower. While she was in the shower, I told her that I was certain... that John was interested in her. She kept asking, are you sure? Are you sure?I told her the story of the night before and how he smiled when I mentioned that she thought he was attractive. She was skeptical at first but I convinced her that he had a thing for her. Her next question was about how to start things off. This was the hard part. I told. ”Joyce smiled, a real smile, for the first time since we’d started talking, “True. If I could do anything, it would be to rewind the clock to mid-June of 1977.”“The day we met right outside? By the pool?”“You remember?”“Of course I do! You were fifteen, I was fourteen. Birgit had just gone home to Sweden. Why then?”“Because that was before Melanie got her hooks into you. I imagine asking you to get together, giving you my virginity in exchange for being exclusive, and the two of us living. The man caressed her hair, and placed his hand on the back of her head. She was close enough to see the look of wicked pleasure on his face, and see it change to almost comical eye-popping excitement as his erection slid into the woman’s eager mouth. His knees buckled once and Robin giggled to herself. Men looked so funny while they are getting head. A thrill of the forbidden ran thru her, and she glanced quickly around. No one anywhere, but the dark sky and Pacific Ocean behind her, and. She insisted that I look a bit sexy. She put a little gel in my short dirty-blonde hair, mussed it up and insisted on putting eyeliner on me.“ I'm married you know,” I said.“ Yes, but as the old saying goes, you're not dead. We're going to get a few drinks later and dance and flirt. If your husband didn't want you to flirt, he should have come with you.”That made perfect sense to me. I did like the way the liner made my green eyes look rather enormous. I ended up in a short flowing skirt: blue.