"I'm still me." You're not a bartender all the time," the man insisted. "Are you?" No. I'm an actress, sometimes." I picked up my little towel and wor...ied it. "I mean, off Broadway, you know. Little things." Oh." He sounded vaguely disappointed by that and it almost made me angry."How about you?" I challenged him. "Who are you? When you're not a drunk, who are you?" You mean really?" The way he said it made me wonder if I truly did want to know. Like it was a secret. A secret of the most. He looked down again, shaking his head. "I may be crazy, but if this is the only way..."Michelle smiled. "Thanks, Tim." She glanced at the other two. "What about you two? You in or not?"Harry glanced at Tim, then at Lewis, and finally at Michelle. "We've sailed together for as long as I can remember. I'm in." He glanced at Michelle. "I'm not sure about being a girl, but I want to sail. I'm in, skipper."Lewis looked up. "Okay, if you guys are in, I guess I'll go along." Michelle. It was a brand new car, only had it for a year. She stormed off. He drank from his bottle. She came back five minutes later, a big black guy in tow. ‘That’s him!’ She said as she pointed her finger accusingly at him. He grabbed his gun and cocked it, holding it at the ready, knowing this would end badly. The pimp pointed to the other side of the car. She came back and got in. He came up to the window. ‘What the fuck? You turning down my pussy? Trying to get it for free? Who the fuck are you?’. . I can't say that I've always been an angel over the years. I've openly flirted with various women I've known. I've been to stag parties and strip shows. I've enjoyed a few stolen kisses and touches with a few women. But I have never had an affair with anyone. I've never been intimate with another woman behind your mother's back." Until now," I stated.He nodded."That's why I feel guilty," I replied. "I know how bad I would feel if I found out my husband had cheated on me. Now here I am, the.