It was probably bullshit, but I had to try.I kept my eyes on the phone, trying to look casual, listening to the sound of her heels striking the paveme...t as she got closer and closer.“Excuse me miss?” I asked as she walked by. Now or never.“Yes?” She turned to look at me. “I’m not interested in anything sorry, I’ve had a really stressful day.”“Sorry, I’m a little lost, is this the correct place?” I said, pointing to my phone.She peered over and I pressed the button. No sound or anything to tell. There were six of us in our group, three males, three females, though I noticed that a couple of the other groups were slightly larger with eight people in all in their groups.Melinda as she introduced herself was a slightly overweight redhead with more freckles on her face and chest than I'd ever seen on anyone before. She was even more shy than Kate was, hardly saying a word except to give us her name.Patty was a dishwater blonde who was on the opposite extreme, and certainly too skinny for. The album, spread across her lap, seemed heavy. It seemed to weigh her down, as if it were more than merely an oversize book full of mounted photographs, of pictures of her and Monica and Becca, naked, naïve, innocent, carefree, and pure, nymphs and dryads, naiads and fairies, frolicking in the deep woods, among mountains and meadows overlooking the swelling, pounding sea. It seemed that all of their lives were here, laid open, upon her thighs and knees, and the weight of the world besides. She. I turned on her radio for some noise. A station playing American music. Maybe she is correct and I am over thinking this.Goddam male sensitive side is getting in my mind. That has not come out in a long time. Since when did it last make an appearance? Oh yes, when my ex first suggested that we ‘expand’ our life by including a third in our bed. Of course she wanted a guy and she knew exactly who she wanted. Someone she had baby-sat for. He was a singe Dad with a 5 year old.Dam it! Of all the.