Seth would help get rid of them. He was the perfect distraction. At least, he'd better be, because this was all his fault, anyway."What did you say?" ...n Sunday morning at the park, I had to repeat myself just in case Seth hadn't heard me the first time."Oh, come on," Seth said. He was giving me a meaningful smile, as if I were supposed to actually understand what he was saying. Maybe he was teasing me. I decided to laugh. It was a forced, bewildered laugh, but still a laugh."I was being. I’m laughing at the situation.” “Your wife wanting to have sex with somebody else is no laughing matter.” “My wife sneaking around to have sex with somebody else is no laughing matter. But, you’re not doing that, Cary. Watching my wife inexorably seduced into having sex like this is delightful.” “Is it going to be so delightful if I do it?” “That all depends,” he said. “If you do it to get back at me for something, no. If you sneak around and do it behind my back, no. But, if you do it for the. I could see tears running down her cheeks and a big smile on her face. She was wiping them off with her hand and said half laughing, “I’m starved and what you’re cooking smells so damn good, let’s eat.”We filled our plates and went out onto the deck. The morning was beautiful, the air was cool and crisp and the sun was beginning to warm the earth. I have a feeling of completeness for the first time in months.“What would you like to do today,” I asked her.“Anything is fine with me, as long. ." Are you sure?" Absolutely positive," she assures me.* * *But all day at school I freak out. It's Friday and I have a pretty fullschedule. I have my first "Apparel Care for the Family" class (whichgoes well, we cover different types of fabrics and how each type shouldbe cleaned and cared for) followed by my standard physics class, EnglishLiterature, advanced calculus and sociology which requires some researchin the library.When I finally get home I see that Mr. Feyla's car (a.