I take it the other woman is your wife Marge." I didn't know she was coming here tonight. She just said it was a girls' night out. Have you ever seen ...her here before?" To be honest, I did. It was a couple of weeks ago. I came to see Barb but she's not with them tonight."Rob, I'm going to be honest with you. If your marriage is on some rocky ground then this place won't help it. It helped end my marriage. Let me explain."Cindy and I thought our marriage was strong and that a little extra. Making my hands and feet and senses get this little airplane to do it ... I’m sweating.An hour’s enough.I guess my expression was a bit of a giveaway.“Was it too much?” Matt asked.“No, just different. I guess I’m one of those spoiled girls – I’m used to being capable ... I didn’t feel capable.”“You did super for your first lesson.”“They make it look easy,” I said.“The more you do it, the easier it gets. Some of it’s making it reflexive – getting conscious thought out of it. When you walk, you. Now that I think of it, situation was no different than twenty or so years back.I had overheard tidbits, as I had walked past the congregation of teenage boys assembled at the corner of streets, how the town was full of "hotties" and how pastor's daughter had been making "foolish" attempts to woo some boy, Nathan who was fucking the hottest of them all hotties, Jessica. Just as in my days, the most good looking guys did not have a dearth of girls to choose from, and the least pretty of all had. John and Eleanor are much freer with each other tonight, after a week has passed. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was a beautiful summer day, and I had thrown the parlor windows open. The organdy curtains floated serenely in the breeze. I had dressed my hair myself this morning, and the light wind tugged the a few curly wisps free of the simple twist. It had been a week since my wedding night, and I was slowly becoming accustomed to sleeping in the same bed as someone else. John and I talked.