It was my wife saying that the girls had a party to go to that we'd both forgotten about, and that I needed to get them home asap. I turned to Helen, ...y train temptress. 'I'm sorry, I have to go. Will you be on the train on Monday?' She nodded. 'Then I'll see you then.'I gathered the kids together, making sure we had all the sunglasses and hats that we'd arrived with, and began the walk home. I know it was wrong, and I'm not proud of the feelings I was having, with a loving wife and family, but. With a free bar.The masks weren’t a perfect disguise of course. I recognised Gary from sales due to his shiny dome and sticking-out ears. Patricia’s headwear was exceptionally flamboyant, a reflection of her everyday persona in our office. But others were harder to identify, most from other arms of the business or satellite offices. A few hundred of us, mingling and dancing in extravagant costumes.Tables bearing nibbles lined one edge of the spacious room, chairs dotted around them. Waiters and. Putting any form of block between us would take us backwards, not forwards, on our mission to reach that ultimate level of closeness. It would be all or nothing for us.Previous discussions about our sexual pasts had indicated that there were unlikely to be any health concerns from us sleeping together; the only risk was creating a permanent souvenir of the event. In both of the previous instances, I had been able to plan our meetings to coincide with the lower-risk stages of my cycle. The fact. That was a lot of work for very little benefit, but it had made Granny Sal a fixture at Walgreen’s. Everyone knew her, and she knew a little something about everyone.When G2 was new to the streets, he thought he would get a job writing for the street papers. Some of them paid fifty cents a column inch for stories, but a column inch was a lot of words, especially when the two-page story he wrote had been cut by an editor to a two-inch blurb. G2 decided right then that he would save all the words.