If that's okay?"I paused for a second, momentarily feeling embarrassed that I wanted herto do that very thing. However, I quickly accepted the fact th...t needingsomeone who cared to lie beside me wasn't me being weak. Or girlish. Itwas acknowledging that I was suffering from a real, traumatic incident,and having her pressed against my back allowed me to find the elusivesense of peace required to go to sleep."Thank you," I whispered as I closed my eyes."Anytime."When I awoke, the first thing I. Risking a quick glance at him, I saw a man in beach attire, a deep tan belying Florida or the islands, and .muscular arms and shoulders. If its true that clothes make the man, then he was the exception that proved the rule. To call him a commanding presence would be an understatement. Master circled, then stopped to whisper something in Mistresss ear. The both laughed and wound up with devilish grins on their faces. Out loud, he said, My, my, Mistress did not lie. Such a beauty, such a perfect. Last Friday, Dianne called me up and wanted me to meet her for lunch at our favorite restaurant. After a light lunch with some equally light but strangely forced conversation, Dianne looked into my eyes with a look that I've never seen before, a look of fear combined with a look of desire, and asked, "Mark, it is difficult for me to say this, but I have fallen in love with both you and Kristin."I didn't know how to respond to this. On the one hand, my sexual desire for her was burning bright,. I called Georgia first, and she was extremely surprised to hear from me, but listened as I explained that I had a problem with Christy, and that I needed some feminine advice. I told her that I just didn't know to whom to turn. She was anxious to help, she agreed to meet me after work the next day at a bar outside of town.We met, and I told her that I suspected that Christy was having an affair. I went on about how bad and humiliated I felt, the effect on our marriage, the kids, etc. It wasn't.