. A stack of photo mats? She set them on the table, upside-down. I could see the backs of three photographs taped to the top mat, presumably showing t...eir contents through three cut-out rectangles on the front side.I looked at her questioningly, but found her putting on a pair of sunglasses. I gaped at her.“What’s this about? Are we going skiing or something?”Heather giggled. “It’s part of the game.”“Yeah, but how do we play? And aren’t you boiling hot?”She ignored me and flipped over the first. The trouble is that events have shown me that I am that kind of woman. Not the kind who would ever cheat on her husband. Just the kind who enjoys someone other than her husband finding her desirable. The kind of woman who enjoys being watched as she pleasures herself. I know I shouldn’t do it, that I should exert some kind of self-control, but for whatever reason I’m unable too.Oh dear, that does make me sound very wicked, doesn’t it?I plan for John, by which I mean I choose what to wear with. " You never know," Shae laughed. "I might just have to take you up on that. Avalon isn't going to last forever, and then I'll have to find something else to do." On the topic of something else to do," Dayna replied. "Would you and Dave like to come over and hang out some time? Like, maybe Friday night?" Yeah, that sounds like fun," Shae agreed. "I've really wanted to spend some time with you guys but our schedules never seem to match up." Comes from being out on the road a lot," Dayna smiled.. We were both looking at an oldMercedes and we started talking about the car. It turned out we had ashared interest. We exchanged names and decided to meet for lunch. Thatwas the start of our friendship and we met many times. He was around myage and had been widowed a few years, living at home alone, with his kidson the other side of the country. One day at lunch he mentioned he hadrecorded a vintage car race and invited me over to watch. A few dayslater I drove to his home and he welcome.