Voices called out behind the men but ran the other direction. Gabriela watched as first one then another surrounded the small building. Clouds covered...most of the light from the moon to cast eerie shadows over the woods. Several men kicked in the door and scrambled through it some unspoken command. An almost deadly silence followed as she waited. Then a woman emerged in the arms of one of the men. Behind them, two soldiers led a thin man into the brush. The entire team retreated at the signal. I was surprised that this was what he wanted me to wear but he assured me that other women there would be dressed similar. Hesitantly I agreed and we went on our "date". As we entered I heard the music, men whistling and clapping, some that I felt were directed at me, and some crass comments that I knew were about my husband and me. As we were looking for an empty table there were comments such as my hubby must need some help in satisfying me, he must be a voyeur, etc.We settled for a table. Tweaking my points I thought, these should garner some attention . Rolling them gently, tugging a little, extending them, imagining another person’s fingers at long last. I had to stop. I had to get out. This was no time for fantasy and self-pleasure. This was the first night of the rest of my life, and I was setting things aright. I walked to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer, steeling myself for the moment of decision. Digging to the bottom I pulled them out. My skinny jeans. It had. Their fingertips touched as they clinked their glasses for a toast to their love life. Nick smiled at her, God! She was beautiful. Long, dark black hair, almond looking deep blue eyes looked so peaceful on her. As their glasses went back on the table, they began gentle kissing and petting each other. Nick turned around to kiss her and stroked her hair back, which she had always enjoyed. “Honey! You want a massage”? Nick asked her and she only ‘mmmd’ to answer him with her eyes closed. He.