I sat and sipped the coffee and wondered about what Pauline had just done and what she was telling me. She was most definitely making a statement of s...ome sort. She had not only given herself to another man, but she had not gone to a hotel, motel or his place to do it - she had brought him home where she could rub my face in. She had to know that she was ending the marriage, that I wouldn't turn a blind eye to what she'd done. I tried to think of what could have caused her to do it. We had, or. After she was done in the shower, she put on her lip gloss; red was the color of her lipstick as she puckered her lips in the mirror as she put it on slowly.Red was also the color of jealousy as she rocked her hips in her dress that showed off her shiny legs and her assets just enough. She turned around and looked at her body. She knew she looked good in it. But, how good enough? She rocked her hips one last time in the mirror before leaving.“Hurry your ass up, Becky!”“Bitch,. “You know – big, tough, been-there-done-that, travels alone because he thinks other people can’t keep up. Talks a lot on TV, but has never written a book. Now he wants you to write one – his book. The authorized biography.” The obvious question was why, with all his travelling, all his ego, he’d never put anything on paper. “He’s too arrogant, if you know what I mean. I think he’s terrified of failure,” was the way her agent put it. That was either pretty shrewd or something out of New York. They would swim out so far and then call out Marco for the next group to call Polo. That group swam toward the sound of the others. We did this each time we got to a point where no one could stand up. I had no idea how we would know that we had gone two-hundred yards. It turns out; there was a long floating rope that crossed over the part of the lake going to the north-east. We all took a little rest holding onto it before going the last one hundred yards. It was good we did. The last part was.