”Mrs. J vowed to herself to stop drinking herself into a wine coma. She wanted to be sober enough to enjoy sex with Jamal in the future. She drank o...ly one glass of wine each day, just enough to smell like she had been drinking. She also splashed wine on her face and torso to complete the allusion of being intoxicated. The rest of that bottle of wine was poured down the drain to appear she had consumed the bottle.Jamal was able to have sex with Mrs. J one more time before going home that. "You look really hot today, Mrs. Robinson," he said."Hot?" He had never said that before."If you mean nice, Jeremy," I said, "Then thank you."I guess I did seem kind of hot to him. I was wearing a short-short plaid skirt and a white blouse.I wanted to look sexy and seductive for Mark.My secret lover.And now, as Jeremy stared boldly at me, I felt my face flushing."What do you want, Jeremy?" I said coldly. I didn't like the way he was looking at me.I had never noticed him looking quite like that. I was so aroused, anxious, so excited that I could hardly contain myself. After the fight we walked down to a little lounge call the Revolution. There Rob, Lucy and I had a few drinks. During this whole time Lucy and Rob were hitting it off. They were laughing and giggling the whole time. Lucy knew that I was ok with everything. I would disappear for long whiles so that they can get acquointed alone. I would kind of spy on them and Lucy saw me a couple of times and she just smiled. They started. Mark arrives home to his villa and feels like a failure; 'Why the fuck can't I get it right with women? They come in and out of my life and I miss them, or don't read the signs.' He pours himself a large Hennessy and collapses into his plush leather sofa. He is about to switch on the gigantic plasma TV when he hears a strange sound, it sounds like feet shuffling. Listen again. Whispering? He stands up suddenly from the sofa, eyes wide open. Tracey appears from behind him, he hasn't seen her.