Not sure if I should call my boss and ask for the day off as I step into the warm water. Attempt to make any sense of what I have witnessed on the scr...en or that I am going crazy. I mean everyone. Nothing less than quite a little overwhelmed by what I saw.I got myself out of the shower and got ready for work. I didn’t take in the full impact of what I saw towel hanging up was gone. Reaching over, I could feel it but couldn’t see it. First, everyone was naked on the television, and now my towel. I talked with my husband when I went back to Columbus. I told him that his idea of an open marriage negated the whole purpose of marriage and was something that I didn’t think was right. There was no discussing this with him because he said that was what he wanted to do and as far as he was concerned, that’s what he was doing. I then told him that I wanted a divorce if that was his attitude. My saying the ‘D’ word didn’t seem to shock him and it seemed to me that was what he wanted to hear from. He was never going to let her go again; he vowed to himself. If he kept her in his arms then she would be safe. He could protect her.They were soon back at the flat, and Sarah stirred and pulled away from him."Thank you Sam," she told him as she climbed out of the car. "Thank you for all your help tonight, but..." she said looking up at him. "I don't want you to stay. I'll be alright with Maggie." And me," Pete murmured."And me," Sam concurred.Maggie's head shot up. "But you can't ... either of. Party till we throw up in the alley.”“Sounds romantic,” she said, sipping her martini.“Get high and make out on the train.”“Ooh, baby,” she said, grinning again.“Find a nice spot in Central Park and buttfuck.”She stopped and stared at me. The bartender’s head jerked in our direction for a second.Oh, shit, I went too far, I thought. But I kept staring at her. Her eyes were searching me. She wasn’t smiling.So, I barked.She burst out laughing.I barked a few more times, and the tension was gone..