Once dinner ended we found ourselves walking aimlessly downtown. Peering into windows and generally people watching. I don’t know that either of us ...as tipsy from the wine, but we were certainly tipsy from something. We ran laughing out of the Eldridge Hotel after playing in the fountain. We made fun of the silly drunk folks walking between bars and generally had a great time walking hand in hand down the street. We eventually found ourselves in a park sitting on the swings. We weren’t. I might as well go out and jump off a cliff.There it was on my mailing list, clear as day: right above Lorraine's handle, 'AllmyLvn', was 'All'. One careless click, and a quick 'return', and whatever my 'secret' life had been before, it was NOT secret now. Fuck, shit, damn, crap!I finally lifted my head from my arms, and what I saw then was just as bad.There were at least a hundred replies in my inbox already, and more piling up each second.I made it to the toilet before I got rid of my morning. “Fiddler’s Cottage… yes?”“She has? What room did she book? Oh, an early check-in too?”“Has she checked in yet? Okay thank you. No, no message.”He turned to face me as he hung up.“Mrs. Jackie Preston has booked a king size room with an extra-large bed and champagne on arrival,” Johnny repeated slowly, staring at me directly. “Oh, and she’s expecting a guest to follow. They’re to send him straight up.”His expression was pure anger.“What’s the hell’s going on Robbie?” he demanded. “You’re her. I couldn’t interpret the command that her eyes were giving me. She waited a half second before asking me, "What did you get in return?"My eyes raced to meet my wife's eyes. We all knew I couldn't stop from answering. I only looked at her in morbid curiosity for how much trouble I was facing. I was shocked to see the light in her eyes was burning brighter than I expected, and her ire was going to be directed at someone other than me."She is to be more verbal in expressing her true desires," I.