I looked at Amanda and said, "I just don't want something really bad to come out of this. The consequences could be ugly. If the wrong person finds ou.... If something gets said. If someone suspects."Amanda just laughed.I stared at her. Jessica stared at her."What's so funny?" I asked.She just looked at me, and finally responded, "You have a shit marriage. No sex. Lousy relationship. What's the worst that could happen? So she finds out? You guys get divorced. Maybe you have to finally move on. John, you see, was black. Very.Even after the Bulls won, we sat in the bar talking for another 45 minutes, yukking it up, playing stupid bar games like trying to balance the salt shaker and stand quarters on edge and that sort of thing. At about 1:40, the bartender shouted over to us that it was last call. I ordered another round, but June suddenly asked him if that meant the other bar was closing, too."Sure," he said. "Liquor law; everything closes at 2:00AM." Holy jeez," she said. "How about. Those recreational activities were things that could be added to the web site, maybe even a list of those with proven results.Ching Lee filled us in on the advertizing for the vacation rentals, it had started running in the selected areas on Monday. The web site had 10,000 hits the first day and they weren't just open and close it, many had browsed all the pictures of the houses. They were a combination of the pictures from the realtors and from those the Dads had taken when they were doing our. Then she smiled back."How can I help you, my dear Trapped?"She struggled in her bonds."Where are you?"She felt still. She realized I didn't know where she was. Or at least she didn't know I knew. Being bound she couldn't get to the keyboard to type in the address.I didn't know I loved Trapped being trapped like this.Then she started to try to pull her mask from her face. The mask she used to hide from me who she really was. The rubbed her face to her upper arm in an effort to push the mask up.