Woode looked blank, still trying to assimilate all the combinations.“I am Bendy Woods, my proper name is Janet but everyone calls me Bendy, because ... am very flexible. This silent man my husband James Woods, who is known to everyone as Woodie.”Cyn offered them a seat. Robert cleared his throat, ready to make a speech.“You seem to be at a disadvantage. You are still clothed.” Woodie looked at his wife. Were they staying and joining in? Bendy solved the problem, standing up she removed her dress. I half-listened to her describe the house, her uncle, and our return trip on the ferry. My mind was swirling. Had she really slept with some guy named Roger? If so, when did it take place? How could she inform me that she'd cheated one minute, and talk about spring break like our plans were set in stone a few minutes later?First, I decided, that I needed to find out if it really happened. If it had, and I'd never known her to fabricate an untruth before, how would I react? Of course, she may. I got to know one of the artists whose name was Gordonpretty good and would stop by his office several timesa week picking up and dropping off material. One day heshowed me around his building and showed me a fullyequipped studio with lights and backdrops that he hadbuilt but said he never had time to use. When Beth and I were eating dinner that night I toldher about the studio and that it was exactly what I hadhoped to have after I graduated. I discussed an idea Ihad come up with during the. Let me feel your forehead and see if you really are sick." After touching my forehead she said, "You don't feel warm, but let me take your temperature." I thought she was going to shove a thermometer down my throat, but instead, she started to undo and take down my pants. "What are you doing?" I protested. "I thought you were going to take my temperature." "That's what I'm going to do, but I am going to do it though your butt hole." She continued to take down my pants and underpants. "Now lie.