At five, I knocked on their door, and Michelle answered, wearing a dynamite swimsuit that revealed more than it hid. I wore a pair of short trunks, an...d we looked each other over."Oh my gawd! I've died and gone to heaven!" I said, after whistling at her choice of swimwear.Michelle laughed, "Wait 'til you see what Jackie's wearing." She said as she motioned me inside. I entered, laying my towel over the back of a chair."Want anything to drink?" Michelle asked. I declined, but she went to the. "Robbie's so damn good at everything she does that she's never really had to deal with failure." But she's lost before. You've lost football and baseball games. We lost the play last year." That's losing. Yes, she's lost before, but football and baseball, that's part of a team. Even the play was part of a team. When she's by herself, she likes losing even less. Monopoly doesn't bother her much, 'cause she knows how much of it is luck. But watch her when she loses to me in chess. You can see her. ’ She looked somewhat relieved and said she’d be round next morning. ‘I won’t come over tonight,’ she said, ‘I can’t have you hopping straight from one bed to another!’ She affected humour, but I could tell she didn’t like the idea that I’d be in Trish’s arms all weekend. There was nothing I could do, I had warned her that making love makes one possessive. Perhaps putting them together would be a good idea or the worst possible one. As I was leaving the office the phone rang. It was Keith. ‘I. I pretended not to notice, and happily sat over my legs, yoga style. While I carelessly raised my legs, I felt sure he took a good look of my beaver. We continued to chat naturally, but Ben did not look at ease, and always stared at me when I changed my legs position. I am not Sharon Stone, but I was sure I was making quite a hairy show. Finally, Ben, pretending to be discreet, got a cushion from behind his back and put it on his lap. I had already seen the growing volume. I stood up, walked.