A few weeks passed and my wife began a friendship with an older, (we are in our early 30's and he is in his late 50's), black man named Bill. Eventual...y she came to discover that he had a thing for younger married white woman. My wife thought, correctly, that Bill would want more than just a casual friendship. I told her whatver she decided was fine with me. (Warning #1: Never just give your wife carte blanche to screw someone else because you think she won't. Trust me, she will!) She expressed. Oh, I guess because I just always hoped to get to know youbetter."And in a weird way this was all true, so it was easy to pretend. I hadin fact followed his football career all that time.He was so nice. "Well, this must be my lucky night! I thought I wouldnot have a date, and now I have the prettiest girl at the Prom!"I could feel my cheeks burning now as I murmured "thank you", whichsounded so lame. But he gave me a little hug and led me out on thefloor.Needless to say I had little dance. I felt a bit stupid at first but I hadlittle choice.I went in after them of course. They'd had to go to bed earlierso the light was off when I went to bed. But I heard them as soonas I got into the room and started stripping off. They weregiggling. I tried slipping in on the outside of course. One sideof the bed was hard up against the wall."No," the youngest one hissed at me as I tried to slip in, "yougot to go in the middle. I always sleep on the outside."The ten year old claimed her place as. "Well we better find this belt, I want my new friend to have her home back. Now where do we go now."Leandra stood up and saw a piece of paper on the rock table. She went over and picked it up and read it to herself:FOLLOW THE PATH THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN TO THE STONE STEPS.Leandra crumbled the paper up and turned to Dorothy,"Follow me I know the way".Leandra and Dorothy walked down the path through the mountain. High walls of stone on either side of the path, cutting off the sunlight. Leandra lead.