“Who are you and why are you here?” I asked.He mumbled, “I’m Adam Taylor. I’m in the lower 6th and...”“Speak up boy,” I snapped.“I�...m Adam Taylor. I’m in the lower 6th and Mr. Bradley told me to come to see you... Oh, and he’s very angry.”“I see, well in that case go back to Mr. Bradley and tell him I will deal with you when classes finish at 5.00.”“Thank you Matron,” he said looking down.“Come back at 5.00,” I told him, “on the dot. Do not be late.” “Yes Matron.”“And before you go back to class. One wall of the room was taken up by an enormous mirror that made the space look even bigger than it was — almost infinite.Olivia moved in among the dancers and felt her body begin to move of its own volition. Looking around, she saw that she was surrounded by women of all ages, sizes, and colors. There were no men in the crowd as far as she could tell — one sharply dressed figure in a suit and hat turned out, upon further examination, to have prominent breasts and the softest-looking skin. "You guys want something to drink or want to go online . . . or maybe go back and check out the hot tub? I got it all cranked up and ready for action," he said suggestively. The girls looked at each other, not knowing exactly what to say. Their stomachs churned with excitement as they stood their admiring Cory's appearance. "Ah . . .your . . . it's your house Cory . . . it's up to you," said Julie finally. "Did you guys bring your suits?" he asked . . . wondering whether they were hiding them. He’s responsible for their breakup, and she is really hurt by his actions.”“I have to disagree with you, Doris.“I agree that learning of her husband’s infidelities was undoubtedly the ‘last straw’, and that knowledge ended their relationship. However, if I were to apportion blame for their relationship’s failure, I would say it’s likely close to 50-50. If I knew more about the two of them, I would probably divide that a little differently, but generally, both parties in a relationship failure.