I rushed back and held it out to her. Maybe she would reconsider. Ithadn't been that bad of an offense. Had it? Yet she saw it as apersonal affront... I had visions of myself being stuck in womenswear fora long time without even an occasional Boy Day. Clair took the powderand opened it. She held it under my nose and I dutifully sniffed."Didn't you like it?" she wanted to know. "Do I have poor taste infragrances?" I... no. It's not that. I just... I was only thinking..." Or maybe you. Mr. Johnson opened the door for her and couldn't help looking as Katie slid into the seat, her mini-skirt riding up and exposing her upper thighs."So where are you guys going tonight?" Katie asked as they drove."Oh, it's just a work thing. A cocktail party to celebrate one of our attorneys making partner. We shouldn't be too late."Mr. Johnson made small talk -- how were things going at school, that sort of thing -- and then they drove the rest of the way in silence.Mrs. Johnson met them at the. Maria often cried when she had to go home. My wife told her she would see her again soon. In fact my son bought her a cell phone and she calls my wife every week.I haven't talked with Sarah since we heard about her cheating. If she calls to talk to Mark or Maria when they are at our house, I just hand them the phone. I can't forgive her for what she did to my son and his marriage. Our whole family dislikes her now.As I mentioned our son hardly ever tells us anything. Even when we ask we're. . Bali? Yes, I think it's a Bali"We sat listening to the rain as it increased in intensity, beating against the window."Why?" she asked. "Do you like it?"I nodded, but couldn't speak. I had never asked her a question about her lingerie and still felt a little bashful about this familiarity."It's comfortable to wear. But a little worn-out too. Doesn't lift me as much as it once did." She pushed her breast upwards by way of demonstrating."Do you remember this one?" Yes, very silky feeling."She.