She was suddenly content. She just wanted toplease this man and by doing so, she was also pleasing herhusband John and living her fantasy.Next Robert ...ordered her to get up on her feet and so shestood. He told her to stand feet apart, hands behind her head and she obeyed.Then Robert left her standing there for all to watch. Wetgrass blades were stuck to her face and she no longer cared. She simply stood there waiting to see what hewould do to her next. Robert was sitting back at his table. Kunkel men only married from within their own social strata. He'd been indoctrinated with this concept for all of his life.Mike truly cared for Janet. In some ways, if he were absolutely pressed to give an honest answer, he'd have admitted to actually loving her. Love is all well and good, but it didn't give one license to enter into a marriage with someone so far beneath one's own station in life.In another part of town, Janet Barrett put down the telephone receiver, placing it gently back. “Yes, I am. I only like beautiful people and I only hook up with girls I like.”Sheila took a sip from her mimosa as I stood and nervously wiped one of the bar glasses in my hand.“Do I make you nervous?” she asked.“No,” I replied. “Why?”“Well,” she replied, “You’ve been cleaning the same glass for the entire time we have been talking, so I, just wondering.”She had me and again, she knew it.“So, are you single?” she asked.“Yes,” I replied. “What about you?”“I married to a big black guy who’s six. He felt a stirring in his loins as he considered that his conspirator’s other suggestion might also be true and he could bed the woman if he would only stay and let her take him home.But, if his father learned of such a liaison, it would jeopardize something far more important. He would almost certainly be left tending the business at home during these trips, rather than having the opportunity to seek out new magic. With just such a possibility on the horizon, he suppressed the swell of ardor.