I say we put them back on," argued David."No way, José," said Sally. "Lost clothes stay lost." Ok, then, hardball it is... all right, anyone wh... doesn't find all the pins loses clothes... right here in front of everyone. How's that grab you, Mrs. Richmond?" I'm game, if you are, Mr. Dow!" retorted Sally."Oh, mercy," whispered Joyce."We should draw numbers to see who goes first and who goes with whom," said Anne. "And, since we have one odd, so to speak, female, she gets to be the pin. Again the music begins to change and Magda is now the recipient of the sandwich treatment by both Frank and Jason. I watch as the three of them get down and dance seductively. Magda's eyes are closed and I can see she is really getting into this. I slowly make my way in, and all four of us are dancing close and making an interesting scene. After the music winds down again, we all head back to the bar. Frank has his arm around my waist and Jason has his around Magda's. We get back to the bar and. Since my affair had begun and physical pleasures had overtaken literary ones, I had published little and my readers were beginning to drift away.I badly needed the distraction too, otherwise my early waking would give me even more time to contemplate my position and to wonder what both my husband and my lover were doing, both of which I dreaded.Why hadn’t Tony replied to my messages? Was his phone broken? Lost? I had called his land line too but couldn’t leave a message in case his daughter. “It was you, Jake? Oh, god, it can’t be you!”I set my bag on the table with one side oriented toward the counter and pulled up a chair across from her. “Take it easy now. It’s not as bad as you think.”“Not bad? My son’s best friend saw me doing ... that? You took video?” Her voice was shaking. “Oh my god, Jake, what do you want?”“I don’t want much. I enjoyed seeing you jilling off. You look really fine. I’d like to see you a bit closer up, though.”“Forget it, mister! You wouldn’t dare show that.