I imagined George, creeping down the hallway to indulge in conjugal connection with the shy, timid wife; or did she tiptoe along to red faced George's...room, and then mount and gallop him, like he galloped his hunter with the Pewsey Hunt? Both vignettes seemed to be equally preposterous, given the nature of the two protagonists.After my return from furlough in Lincolnshire I had recommenced my visits to the Proctors' dinner table, and I became aware of some slight change to the atmosphere in the. “I’m afraid he hasn’t told me anything about you. Who might you be?”“My name is ... Natasha,” the stranger said with a smile. “Pleased to meet you.”Becky simmered with quiet jealousy. Had Ryan done this just to get back at her for cheating? It had only been a couple of months, and she knew that he was no Casanova. To replace her so quickly, he must have been motivated by more than just loneliness. She had wanted him to work on himself, to realize the error of his ways, but maybe her plan had. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked. ‘You can be wearing a great disguise but if your girlfriend keeps seeing the same person hanging around she might think someone is stalking her and call the cops. You could end up spending your weekend trying to explain yourself to the police,’ Bobby said. ‘I get it.’ ‘Tomorrow when you get out of work come out to my office at the studio and we’ll fix you up,’ Bobby said. I thanked him and then Ted and I left. ***** Thursday evening at six o’clock Ted and I were. We rounded the corner and entered what appeared to be the main part of the club, a big open hall with one big main stage and two smaller ones in the dimly lit corners. The stages were surrounded on three sides with chairs which made up a front row. Behind the chairs were tables and chairs sporadically scattered about the area. To the left of us was a big bar where two bartenders served drinks. I saw several men sitting by the bar talking to girls who didn't wear much. Several of them simply.