But I tell you what -- you two come on over in a little while and take a look-see through that window over the sink. Maybe you'll get a little show, w...o knows!"Sarah had already slipped out of her clothes and into a pale green nightie before Henry Hawkins walked the distance over to Al and Gloria's trailer. She was tired and sleepy and the couple of drinks her new boss fixed her made it even worse, so all she wanted was to get under those covers and close her eyes.But then it happened... not. He wouldn't do anything I told him to."My body relaxed and I breathed easier. "Do what?" What you showed me. He wouldn't do it. He said... Grrrrr, I hate him!"I stared at the young wife. She never looked more like the teenager she was. She was in a tizzy, like she had asked her dad for the car to go to the prom and he said no. I thought she might go on a rampage that I wasn't prepared to handle."He said no. He said no," she repeated over and over again, slamming her fist into the sofa.I moved. And all throughout the entire mini-tournament, the final and the celebratory kiss, I was the forgotten man. No one, least of all Jill and Callan, paying me a blind bit of attention – Jill and Callan the couple together, seemingly in their eyes and anyone else who had eyes to see.When the matches finally finished everyone kind of drifted off, with a few couples staying in the pool to enjoy its cooling effects – with Jill and Callan one of about three couples who were each enjoying the isolation. Then as I was bagging up my socks and underwear I picked up a pair of boxers and immediately knew they were not mine. They were too small. They were size medium, my son’s size (mine are XL). I ignored it figuring they just got accidentally mixed in somehow…then I found a second pair. Now this had my attention. Why would two pairs of my son’s underwear be in my bedroom on my side of the bed? I tried to reason it out, but can only think of one logical reason. I stashed this info.