A small smattering of applause erupted from the hallway. We all looked up to find Trisha and two men standing there clapping. Of course they were sur...prised, but I knew that Trisha would come to find me before beginning her sexual exploits for the night. I hopped up picked up the wipes, rubbed my juices off his legs, and cleaned myself up. I leaned down toward, Blondie, I kissed her forehead and before I could leave, she whispered “You must stay; I have to taste what my husband did.” I stayed.. .. you were like James Bond, or like I told my dad, a modern knight-errant. And I thought maybe you would expect me to go to bed with you, as a reward, and I was all ready to put up a token resistance and then let it happen, but you were a perfect gentleman. And that just made you even more attractive, but I wasn't sure how to approach you, so I just went to bed and figured I'd work it out later. After all, maybe it was foolish, wanting to throw myself at somebody I'd only just met, even if he. “I hadn’t thought of that. How long have you known?” “Oh, come on babe,” I chuckled and kissed her. “You always seem to forget that you’re married to a guy who works through all the Machiavellian politics of Washington for a living. I’m really good at putting two and two together. And remember, I’ve always wanted us to be more open, so please don’t think that I am judging you or feeling the least bit aggrieved. It’s just sex. It’s fun. And I do it too. In fact, that’s where all this is coming. So, when the cigarette that was now back in her hand was gently pulled from her fingers, Cassidy’s heart skipped a beat as she realized that she was no longer alone on the balcony. She turned quickly and watched as an unfamiliar man lit her cigarette and drew in, causing the tobacco to glow in the darkness. Once he had it lit he offered it back to her. Cassidy had not yet recovered her composure, and felt frozen as he gently slipped the filtered end between her glossed lips. ‘You are Cassidy.