At last the auburn-haired young woman found herself standing in front of the anonymous brick building housing the club. A discreet gold- lettered sign...on the heavy door reading, "Club 33--Members Only" was the only thing that differentiated it from the other buildings on the block. Feeling as though she were issuing her own death sentence, the fear- haunted American student rang the bell. It was opened by an exotically clad young man whom she recognized as the bartender in the downstairs level. I think he did. Butsometime in the last hours before the dawn, the phone gave a single,drilling ring. Then, cut off. I think I was so deep in dreams, Icould've slept right through, except that we were entwined so closelythat when he jumped to answer, I awoke.So: one is shouting into the dead air of a dead connection, the othercries: What is it? What's wrong?Something's always wrong, at three in morning.Confused, clumsy, our regiment of two scrambles in all directions nowthat the alarm sounds.. "What do you mean?"Brent stopped and turned to Bonnie, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you, Bonnie. I want you to be happy. I know you're ... uncomfortable with our time apart. But ... I can't be selfish. You love your job and you are very, very good at it. I know it gives you great satisfaction. I wouldn't do anything to take that away from you," he finished.She leaned into him and kissed him passionately. "If I have to choose, I wouldn't think twice ... I would be with you," she said. ?It sounded very strange; I had the strong suspicion that in order to feel more balanced in our relationship she had found a lover. ? I confronted her and we had several fights. ?In the end, I decided to terminate the relationship because I believe that she had a lover and that she was lying to me. ?All I wanted was the truth. ?I don't know if I would have been able to handle the fact she had a lover but ?at least in terms of fairness it made sense. ?She would keep in touch with me, emailing.