He looked like he belonged there. I shivered again, this time in anticipation. Before I walked out, I remembered what he had told me was going to happ...en next; I repositioned the video camera and my full length mirror, so that nothing would delay the inevitable later.I went downstairs, still nude. All the window shades were open, and I was traipsing through the house in the altogether. Admittedly, we were a little set back from the road, and our neighbors were far enough away that they weren't. She used to drag my wife into conversations about our sex life. Siri did have some encounters earlier but the frequency of around 3 or 4 times in an year. Siri was very free with us since we had met several times by then. We were more of friends than anything else.During one of the conversations with my wife, Siri confessed that she was desperate to have sex and was not too sure to get involved with a new person…She had been through a troubled relationship earlier. My wife took the cue and said. She looked healthy. She looked perfect. ‘Still too fat.’ She looked around, wondering where the voice had come from. A look into the mirror provided the answer. Her reflection stood staring at her, hands crossed across its chest and one foot tapping impatiently. Janice just glared back, her expression a mixture of incredulity and fear. ‘What did you say?’ ‘You heard me. What, have you suddenly gone deaf?’ No, she hadn’t gone deaf but Janice certainly thought that she was losing her mind. ‘No, I. . woof are youtalking about? After you turned woofing forty-five, you said you wouldn'tbe caught woofing dead in a bathing suit.She looked down at her T-shirt which was stretched across her largesagging breasts. "Yeah, I know. But who's gonna pay attention to a fat oldlady anyway. I used to look good in a swimsuit." She glanced at him andthen glanced again with surprise. "What's wrong with your tattoos?"He looked down at his arms. "What the woof is that supposed to mean? Idon't see anything.