I start calling out to my wife and no one responds. I hear some music, but no one is there. After about 30 min which felt like 2 hours I hear the door...open and I say " Baby what is going on why am I like this?" She doesn't say anything and keeps moving around the bedroom. I say did you not hear me? She responded "I hear you but I am not going to answer". Once again I ask why I am like this, and she responded with" Don't you remember what you did wrong". My mind is drawing a blank and its hard. I 'erked' the door shut, grabbed the six-pack of Busch from the truck bed and led Becky into the house. I put the beer in the fridge, then I said, "If you still want the wham bam then the bedroom is back there.” I pointed down the hallway. I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and socks and started walking towards my room.Becky said, "Can I use the bathroom?" I told her she could. It was typical. Girls wanted to have one last look at themselves before a boy gets to see them. I’ll inspect. Jack was in heaven. Abeautiful woman was making love to him as if she was a guyand he was a girl. It was almost too much. They made love?it transcended just sex. That night Denise became Dennis inbed and Jack became Jackie. Denise was on top physicallyand metaphysically, and she felt liberated. She kissed Jackand caressed him. When he moaned in delight and wiggledgirlishly under her she felt his love coming back to her asmuch as he was giving it to her. When Jack insisted ondevouring her. As I exit the bathroom, I see the cute attendant standing in back looking rather bored. I go to talk to her. Did you enjoy that, enjoy what?You know of what I speak. It was you watching us. I’m sorry to have disturbed you and your girlfriend. She’s not my girlfriend. I just met her on the plane tonight Oh Really? I don’t believe it. Do you think that fucking strangers is all that rare? I’ve never done anything like that. Well. There’s always a first time. Uhhh put your elbows on this counter..