“I’m gonna try and dance with Rachel,” I said.“Please do,” she snickered. “Before she punches Deena.”I asked. Rachel looked shocked. “...ust a dance, Rachel. I’m not proposing marriage.”“Uh ... okay...”“Derek’s dancing with Deena.”She looked hard at me. “And I’m supposed to be okay with it, right?”“Yep. Just dancing. Social. Friendly. And I’ll bet that he comes straight back and gets you...”She smiled as he and Deena made their way next to us. “Swap!” Deena commanded.“Don’t wanna. Rachel’s a. .I am taking you to this magnificent Caribbean restaurant down town ...we can take a cab." he said.Oh my God ...this is not happening, I thought to myself ...cursing Alexis in my mind. We were in the cab ...me, trying to put as much emptiness as a back seat of a yellow cab would allow me to, between us ...without much success, cause Frank was pretty broad shouldered.I wore a skirt ...which was a bad idea ...If I new this was going to happen ...I would have worn slacks ...the skirt already. She was smiling already, and I had the feeling I was being sized up. “Something on your mind?”“A lot. I am going shopping today for my new plaything Andrea, and I am debating whether or not to bring her with me.” I had an instant stirring below and simultaneously a huge wave of fear engulfed me.“If I went…”“It would be as Andrew…you, or should I say she definitely is not ready for that yet. But I have a good idea what I want to get you to wear, and to well…some things are better left as. " All over? You want him to touch me anywhere?" Sure, let him. Touchy-feely anything."The last time, he left before the touching had gone beyond a hand on the knee. Well, this time, he was going to see what that really entailed. They were really going to feel me all over, and I couldn't do a damned thing about it at this party without ruining my husband's career. And our fancy lifestyle.Ken asked me to dance. I thought that I would be getting away from most of the groping, so I agreed. Boy, was.