We locked eyes, but he didn’t look away. Safely behind the glass, so high above, he stared with a sheepish grin.I was alone in the car and the winds...hield was the only window not tinted. I made a choice. So I grinned back, just as sheepishly. Stepping out of my shorts, I locked the doors and slowed my pace.Then I laid the seat back a little and pulled it forward a bit to give him a better view. I delicately grabbed my shirt and shimmied out of it. Sitting now in my underclothes, just a plain. Even though we were never really hurting for money, we didn't splurge all that often on restaurants or movies and even vacation time wasn't all that special and would spend a few days up in the big city enjoying the lake and the sights.One of those "vacations" Suzanne was walking back to our blanket on the beach after a visit to the women's room and I noticed how many guys were checking her out. When she got back and situated, I mentioned that to her."Suzanne, have you any idea how many guys. On other occasions I flipped to the complete opposite: It was a new and wildly radical experience, which, be honest with yourself, you enjoyed intensely. Why are you beating yourself up about it when you know you won’t be able to resist doing it again? The back of my mind, the bit that normally harbours concern, smirked from lascivious depths: I hold a naughty and dirty secret about myself and you don't know what it is.We exchanged many texts during the week, hers at times were sexually very. "What the hell was THAT for?" Can you honestly tell me you DON'T think you deserved that?" What?"She slapped me again, this time on my other, unprotected, cheek.This time I squalled, "Oww!!!"Melody just got up in a huff, muttering, "MotherFUCKer..." And with that, she left my office and plunked herself heavily into her own chair.So much for back to normal.At five o'clock, the hollow rapping on the glass stirred me from my stupor. Gradually, my head pulled out of the virtual design world and I.