She was damn sure she'd be going back there to just talk – it was amazing how in an hour what you could learn, and Sarah was just the kind of irasci...le older woman she really hoped she'd turn out to be. Someone who knows herself, knows the world, knows how it ought to be and was, by god, going to live in that world.She was less impressed at what she'd learned of this Penny woman, and their marriage ending, but she wanted to keep an open mind. Julian Sullivan might have been a complete asshole –. We ate dinner prepared in the campfire coals then sat looking into the dancing embers as the night chill began closing in. As the fire burned down, it could no longer hold back the cold and we went into the trailer. There, sitting around the table, Allen spotted a deck of cards and asked if we wanted to play. Kathleen, my wife, said with a twitter that she had never played strip poker and maybe we could since we were such good friends and all. Linda hesitated answering but after Allen and I. There was something very offabout being here and it wasn't just the creepy feeling he had from beingback in this place. But he couldn't tell what it was. Everything lookedlike it should. No one seemed to be out of place. There were new facesof course, and many more people who were not white, but that was to beexpected.Halfway through the service he realized that was the problem. Herecognized them and they weren't where they should have been. Even ifthe same people were coming here, they. Maybe it's something psychological?"I looked up at her, wiping away some tears."Like what?" I asked."Well, you insist so much that you can't come that way, maybe you've convinced yourself. Maybe you stop yourself from having an orgasm without realizing it." That makes sense," I said passively, not sure what to think of the idea. "I always thought the guy I was with just didn't know what he was doing."She laughed. It was a friendly laugh, dismissing my worries."Well what about when you couldn't.