Somehow the danger to our marriage, to you, never entered my head. Work at the firm became a separate world to that where you and I live together. Unt...l last night I never considered what I was doing as prostituting myself for advancement. Nothing John had done called for my rewarding him for his effort on my behalf. It seems stupidly foolish looking back on it, but it was like the office and job were the real world and the one where I am your wife was like a movie. I was so thankful for what. The culture of my youth was saturated in myth and fantasy. We took marijuana, LSD and magic mushrooms and fancied ourselves connected to some deep vein of ancient wisdom unconnected to the mundane reality of modern life. I’d spent mid-summer’s eve at Stonehenge in England and believed that I’d perceived some greater cosmic truth that had nothing to do with the two hundred and fifty micrograms of acid I’d taken and the Grateful Dead tracks we were playing on the portable cassette deck. We’d. Depending on where in the kitchen she was standing, I could make out the details of Helen’s shapely body. Her dark nipples were almost visible. She’d overestimated her capabilities when she tried returning a plate to one of the top shelves in the cabinet. There she was, on tiptoe, the plate not quite in and not quite out. I practically pinned her against the counter as I sprang to her aid. A strange thing happened after the plate was in its place. Neither one of us moved, and within five. At the time I remember lying on the sofa watching it with my girlfriendJane and getting hard. Was it Madonna's stockings and suspenders that hadgot me hard? Well she had appeared in stockings and suspenders before inthe video of "Express Yourself" so was that really the reason as I had notgot hard watching that video or was I turned on by watching a man wearinglingerie?Jane had noticed my erection and drawn her own conclusions about myerection based on her belief that one of the women in the.