Her breathing became labored and I felt her chest press into mine, however she wasn't pressing forward into me. Her breasts threatened to rip out of h...r blouse and jacket but just as I thought her clothes couldn't take any more, they began reducing down to something others might consider normal. Her skin tone changed too, becoming darker and darker until she looked like she had been washed in chocolate. Then it lightened to the point of looking as creamy as milk. Her nails changed, becoming. Yes, back then smart phones were ‘new’! I filled the kettle and put it on to boil, intending to make a cup of coffee (if I could find the ingredients in this Marie Celeste of a kitchen). I sat back down at the table, waiting for the water to boil and flicked through some web pages. Maybe it was something subconsciously pushing the idea to my fingers but soon I found myself on a site explaining Tarot. The memory of that night a few weeks ago when I drew the devil suddenly came to mind and I read. As young as we all were, I think we were all making near the same salaries where we worked.I hope I am describing a neighborhood in which nearly all of us became really close friends.We baby sat for each other, we helped with home improvement projects and if someone was away on vacation their lawn got mowed.If one of the mothers was sick the other mothers kept the kids.A lot of the women met for a coffee break each week day morning, but gossip was not allowed. They did talk about their husbands. ”“No ‘buts’, Bethany.”“Go with him, honey,” Harry said to her. “Please.”She sighed and nodded. About an hour later, we showered, individually, then dressed for dinner. I’d brought along one of my sport coats and a nice pair of slacks, plus a good pair of leather loafers. Bethany put on a skirt and blouse, and a jacket that matched the skirt. Once we were dressed, we headed to the country club where we’d been for our very first date.“Do you remember that first time here?” she asked.“How could I.