.Anne: he said he was hoping it would add zest to our sex life.Me: wow... is it good? did it work?Anne: I guess I thought our sex life was fine...Anne... I mean... we weren't doing it as often as we did before we had kids... but it was goodAnne: I guess I agreed because he looked so happy when he talked about itAnne: and at first it was exciting... but we wanted to go slow, so we mostly watched...Anne: and then played with each other while others watched... I liked thatMe: I don't know if I could. Once she got them in bed, she was exuberantly passionate, but beforehand she just felt like an awkward schoolgirl, blushing, inarticulate, shy. In her car she could feel the wetness in her crotch inspired by Tracy.At home, she barely got inside when the bell rang. She used the speaker to find out who it was."Chanitra. And you better be letting me in. If you balling somebody else up there, you better let me in anyway. Ha ha."Grinning, Laura pushed the buzzer to let her in. Less than a minute. The moment we asked for some party designs for a sari, the shopkeeper commented, “What’s the occasion, let me guess. It’s your first wedding anniversary.”It was a very awkward moment as we both corrected the shopkeeper, clarifying what the relationship was between Rohit and me. The shopkeeper apologized and failed to make consistent eye contact with us for the rest of the transaction. He even gave us a discount.The moment was very uncomfortable, and it was our unspoken agreement to never talk. They wouldn't have been very happy honoring my fat negotiated discount, or my gratis upgrade, with full-price business looming on the horizon. Not just on the horizon; my brief chat with the girl was twice interrupted by phone calls asking if they'd be open the next day.Breakfast was as sparsely populated as it had been. Two off-season guests had joined me the day before, but the three of us were the only ones in the place. The lone waitress, though, was as bouncy as the desk clerk had been.