I was naive enough back then to think that he was simply in a celebratory mood, but this became the norm. The man was an insatiable skirt-chaser and ...toner. Sadly, I actually had to perform a spell of selective mutism on President Clinton.”“Selective mutism? What does that mean?” Dave asked.Madeleine explained, “It prevents an individual from speaking about a certain topic, ensuring they don’t divulge top-secret information by accident. As loose as he was in every other aspect of his life,. He then looked upand turned his attention to Adam."Hey, man," he said extending his hand. "You must be Adam." Yep," said Adam. They shook hands. Adam tried to give him a firmhandshake."Really nice to meet you. Conrad Barden. You can call me Con."They sat down at the bar and the bartender immediately came to servethem. "The usual for me and baby." He said to the bartender. "You liketequila, Adam?" Uh, yeah...sure...." Three of those," said Conrad. "I fuckin' love tequila, dude. It's. "Well, yeah, I wouldn't ever do something like that without you and it just seemed like you've been getting awfully possessive lately." Possessive? What are you talking about?" It just seems like you've changed in the last few weeks. I don't know how to explain it and maybe part of it's me. I just feel like sometimes you don't understand my other commitments and want a monopoly on all of my time regardless. I'm starting to feel kind of smothered. I mean, you were so sure that Margaret was. "Damnit, Stacey!" I shouted at her as soon as she answered the phone."Calm down, Linnea. What's wrong?" I thought I heard faint giggling in the background, but it probably was just the television."My outfit!" I wailed. "I invited them to this stupid bar like you suggested, and now I don't have anything to wear! I can't believe you took my clothes! This is such a disaster!" Just take a deep breath, listen to my voice, and relax," Stacey suggested.I bit back the urge to scream it wouldn't help,.