’ Jenna wore a blood-red dress with knee high black boots and had a cigarette crushed between her fingers. She never smoked. The cigarette just came...with the outfit and if some important person showed up, Jenna would pretend to smoke it. Sara chose to wear a black skirt with a striped dress-shirt and sneakers… plain white sneakers. Unbeknownst to her, she was a fashion disaster and that was why Jenna always shook her head at first sight of Sara’s current outfits. Why Jenna never told Sara, only. Lifelong monogamy is an outmoded concept. We love one another, but we don't own each other's bodies; marriage vows are anachronisms and meaningless, as you well know, you broke yours constantly during your first marriage."She had me there, but betraying me with my best friend was something else.I turned and faced Harry. "But you, Ledbetter." I gave a great sigh, a mixture of disbelief and resignation. "Never in a million years would I believe you capable of doing this to me."Harry hung his. In front of Gary, Diane bent from the waist to make the bed, making no effort to pull her skirt down. Gary would soon notice that she wore only white sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose underneath. When he let out an appreciative sound, she whispered, “These aren’t expensive pantyhose. We can cut or rip them open if you want access.”[Annamarie: I have long been convinced that anyone that can apply or fold a fitted sheet, by themselves, is in league with the Devil.]No one playing a fantasy nurse role. He went to his old standby, those glorious days of his youth when he led his Little League team to the Regional title. For the thousandth time he recalled that final inning on the mound. No matter how many times he relived it, ghosts of the emotional roller coaster he rode out during those 18 minutes would visit him. Perhaps that was why he kept going back to it. Sure, the memory of being the hero was gratifying, but it was more than that. This was the one event from his childhood that he.