Is she as much of an exhibitionist with you as she was with me?We were out for a meal in the city of Bath, in the UK. I was driving so couldn’t have...much wine, but that night Sarah seemed to be making up for my lack of drinking. By the time we had almost finished the meal, she was well into the second bottle of Chablis. She got up and went to the ladies restroom, then came back a few moments later, sat down and put one finger into the top of her handbag, then pulled it out with the waistband of. Just another roll in the hay. Except we two, who had diametrically different views on virtually everything, smashed passionately together in a rutting dance of lust and love. Before either of us knew what was happening we were in love, then married, and then finally parents of beautiful Patricia Ellie Scouries before either of us had hit twenty-one.My wife's parents, upper class gits, didn't take to their new son-in-law, even though I was a 'Harvard' boy. And my mom hated everything about. Each new day proved those silly ruminations hopelessly outdated.----------Jerry Krykowski was one of my few lasting friends from my fraternityyears. He had been an Electronic Engineering major and... well, therewas no good way to put this; Jerry was a geek. Like me, he had beenterrorized by Eddie Matthews. After graduation, my friend had gone towork for Genesee Industries, a relatively new, up-and-coming defensecontractor. Jerry and I still got together for lunch whenever we could.A recent. He had been a bit overwhelmed earlier when Elisabeth went over the room, so it could be that she had mentioned something and that he had missed it.“Hm, there should be a sign on the doors…” Megan looked over at the three closet doors. She had planned to learn more of the Marabogan language and customs, but so far she had only learned a few words.“Just there, right above you.” Megan pointed towards the African sign on the right-most door, the one that Joshua hadn’t opened.“Oh, right.” Joshua.