"I knew I heard it somewhere," Wilma said lightly. "So what is going on with you?" I am waiting for Jason to call about a party this weekend. Are you ...nterested?" I asked."I'm not sure. I really need to give that some thought," she said."So you and Royce are seeing each other?" I asked."Not really seeing, but we did have dinner a couple of days ago. In a real restaurant with real table clothes," she explained. "He invited Shawn, so they had a great time talking about guy things." Royce is good. And mostly they are right. But its still the place that 90% of our best sex occurs. Anything that happens in a kitchen is almost certainly unplanned and that just makes it even better. I walked into mine one day to find you stood at the sink washing up from lunch. Its been a gorgeous summer day so far so you are wearing a loose strappy top and a long light skirt. I can see little glimpses of your breasts every time you lean over or twist to put something aside. I cant help staring. Eventually. After another little while the man moved his hand forward until he had wrapped his arm around her and he was rubbing her belly gently through her yellow silk blouse. The woman looked down at the hand on her stomach and then returned her gaze to the window and the passing scenery. The man pushed himself closer still until his hips were pressed hard against the back of her skirt. At the same time his hand rose up to cup her breast through the blouse and the bra underneath. The woman glanced. So I steered clear. I spent time assisting, informally, other folks who were in my previous condition, to varying degrees. (I noted, with some shame, I never really met anyone who was as far gone as I had been.) In any event, the gym management noted my progress, and my work helping others. One afternoon, as I was headed out the door, freshly showered, smelling not the least like a man who had just dropped five lbs of water weight, Mike, the floor boss, approached me. ‘Yo, Jeff, gotta minute?’.