There was Frank's car in the driveway but not Mary's. I went into the house, started walking to my room when I heard the familiar bed creaking from Fr...nk's room and his "Oh yeah baby"s. The voyeur in me took over.I went outside the apartment and up to Frank's bedroom window. I peered into the side of his blinds. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was Mary, gripping sheets, her ankles up on Frank's shoulders and Frank pounding his big cock into her. Eyes scrunched closed, mouth open, I could tell. There was a Toss The Beanbag game for prizes, but that was for kids, not grown-ups.Some guy in a sports shirt and slacks came out to prep the crowd. He was boring as hell, telling us all to cheer when the APPLAUSE sign came on over head, and to laugh as much as we wanted. He told us that the show we'd be participating in would be taped for later broadcast, in about two weeks. Before he could say anything else, Slappy and Happy surrounded him, pulled out seltzer bottles and doused him with fizzy. " Okay."I ran for the bedroom and jumped into my clothes. I think Beatrice needed a hair dryer -- she was fighting with tangled tresses when I kissed her and hit the door.Beatrice:I figured that arguing the fact that I didn't feel that I had much of anything without him wasn't smart, so I agreed with the 'separate lives' thing. I finished drying off and kissed him and waved goodbye and spent thirty minutes trying to get a brush through my hair without cream rinse. Then I did what little. Once he was strapped in his seatbelt he looked up at me and said: Webb…don’t do it. Don’t fuck my girl man. I think I love her. Please don’t fuck my girl man. Then he pulled out and drove off. I went back upstairs and into the apartment. The two girls were sitting on the couch chatting. They looked up when I walked in. I stared at Chloe for a moment and went to the bedroom and closed the door. The next twenty –four hour were torture. I went to work and thought of nothing but laying pipe to.