He had told her she didn’t have to, but she had felt it was the right thing to do. Downstairs she went through the motions of washing the vegetable... for the salad, while the oven preheated. Eventually Brian joined her and before she realized what was happening he was helping her cook dinner. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she worked along side her ex-husband. Her hands shook as she cut vegetables and layered them in a bowl. When Brian’s hand reached over and covered hers, she stopped. The next day was the same, and the next. On the fourth day she was next to me again, I thought nothing of it and continued to people watch. She bumped into me as she got off, but, never said sorry, which, I thought was a bit rude. When I got to work, I took off my coat and noticed a piece of paper sticking out of the pocket. I pulled it out and opened it; on it in was a short note, hand written, which said. “I’ve seen you watching me, Train Girl.” I was quite surprised, I thought I had been. It was difficult to hear Chuck say he had sex with his secretary because he wasn't fulfilled. Likewise, I revealed that my night with five marines was incredible and I loved it.The therapist discussed options for us to explore, and one was an ‘open marriage.’ She stressed this was not just about an open sex life as much as it was about openness and trust. She also said it is not a mainstream lifestyle and was frowned upon in most circles. She explained many open couples have not ever shared. And, Jacque, your nails are lovely."He blushed.I was thinking more and more about Saturday night.Saturday was a lazy around the house day. I really did lounge in satinand lace and eat bonbons and pour over Elle and Vogue and Allure. Beatsthe hell out of Popular Mechanics.Around 6PM I started to get myself together. Shucked everything off andtook a shower, covering my perm with my shower cap. After toweling off,before dressing as much as I was going to do, I gave myself a douche. Agirl just.