I can think of a third choice—art and society interact and affect each other." Ah! Someone who paid attention last quarter. Very good, Mr. Randahl. ...Now, would any of you who agreed with either of the first two choices care to inform us as to why?" I could swear I saw a glint in his eyes. The rest of the hour was a lot of verbal tap-dancing and back-filling."Tommy, grab your coat. Cindy and Greg are taking us out for pizza!"Who was I to argue?"Well, the four musketeers are here!" Jeanie grinned. " Yes," I'd answered, watching her bouncing breasts beneath her sports bra, "that's a very good motto."That of course earned a flirtatious laugh from her as she saw where my eyes were focused. By this point in our relationship we were well beyond the blushing stage at such innuendo.In fact, by this point in our relationship, we were dangerously flirty with each other for two people who were married to others. Dangerously flirty, and there was an undeniable sexual attraction that should have. I had been dry eyed for days but suddenly I wanted to cry."Let's go to lunch today Sarah." It was Eva, a loan officer at the bank. How strange, I thought. I hardly knew her. She was old enough to be my mother and we had nothing in common. But she was pleasant enough and I needed to eat to keep my strength up.We went to an out of the way place she knew. She must have seen that I didn't want to talk but she made an offer just the same. "You look like you could use a friend. If you ever want to. It looked like one of the Comanches had become bored with shooting arrows at the canvas wagon cover and had decided to do something about it. He had a war club in his hand and was riding his horse directly at the driver's seat on the wagon. There was no doubt that he was planning to jump into the wagon and to deal personally with whoever was shooting that rifle.There was no time to waste! I spurred my horse to his top speed in a run toward the wagon. I had time to get close enough and to stop.