You tell me to get out, and stand in front of the vehicle. You make several stops all over town. Making me flash a little at first and each place you ...make me flash just a little more, eventually you have me do a striptease in a discrete but DARING place. No cops or critical people of course, but public and naughty nonetheless. This continuous flashing and teasing all over town eventually gets you hot and turned on to the point where you can’t stand it. Finally, after a night “on the town” you. ‘I’m sorry. I…’ I jumped up and ran out the door. I ran to our hideout behind the junkyard and I stayed there all night. The next morning, I talked an old man into buying me a bottle of tequila from the local liquor store. I thanked him and went back to the junkyard. I drank it and then consumed the worm. I was trashed and soon passed out on the floor of the old shack. I awoke to someone shaking me. I opened my eyes. Cara! I sat up. ‘Cara!’ I cried. ‘Cara, is that you?’ ‘Yes, Danny,’ she. John and I continued to talk and drink while I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. I was about ready to call it quits for the night when Maryanne came back into the living room. She had a towel wrapped around her wet hair, and was wearing a long, very modest bathrobe, and picked up a glass of wine for herself. Even though she was fully covered I didnt like her being in the same room as John and not being properly dressed. And she seemed a little nervous, excited perhaps. She. .. you mean it was ... Sheila? You had an affair with Sheila? ... You fucking idiot! Does her husband know?”“No, I don’t think so, Rich ... I feel so stupid. We’ve known each other for so long, it felt comfortable to take her to get something to eat, after that meeting.”“Do you love her?” I dreaded the answer to this, because it could have such a ripple effect on this company, as well as affecting many lives in the process.“No, I don’t love her ... but she is awfully nice, she understands me.