She may be forty but she had the body of a twenty year old and she was kinda cute. She stood up and shook my hand. "Mr. Patten, how are you feeling t...day?" I replied that not much had changed over the past week. "Last week when we ran out of time, you said you had not finished your story. You related an incident about you and your wife at the art museum. Sit down and continue your story. Remember the rule that our language must be explicit.” I made myself comfortable and stated my story. "The. “You in a band?”“Fop,” she said.“Sounds sort of New Romantic.”“Yeah, and the singer and piano player dress the part. Pretty clothes and make-up. Me and the guitar player still wear the threads of our tribe.”“Goth?”“Yeah. It’s an acronym. ‘Fuck Off Poseurs.’ Ironic isn’t it? It’s kind of funny having the boys prettier than the girls.”“The guitarist’s a girl?”“Vick,” she giggled. “And our boyfriends are Shelly and Patty.”“No shit.”“No shit. Shelly’s short for Sheldon. Pat’s Irish.”“Which one’s. “We want a plaything we can both enjoy after all.”“Fuck.” Linda breathed, her voice sounding thick with desire. She squirmed on my lap with renewed vigour. “I hope we can make it happen.”“Trust me baby.” I said soothingly. “I’ll make sure of it.Linda twisted around so that she could kiss me, locking her lips with mine in a savage dance.“I trust you.” She purred.The following day I was at home by myself - all set to begin arranging the big night. I had a good idea of Emily’s morning routine by. The nail was painted black.Shirley was the first to recover. "Are you working here now, Wanda?" I'm in the Finance department, working on spreadsheets, nothing too taxing." Wanda's way too humble. She's doing some fine analytical work, Mr. Oldham," Marvin said. He was still standing."Please sit down and finish your lunch, Marvin. It's nice to see you doing well, Wanda," I said, taking Shirley's hand and saying goodbye to the couple.We were both anxious to go back to work and didn't comment.