“Alex,” Dana whispered. It was the first time Alex had come to her in a dream fully intact, without triggering a sequence of nightmares.“Someone...makes a comment,” Alex finished for her. “A guy at one of the tables calls us a pair of dykes. You get pissed and slam his face into his eggs. The cops get called, but not before we get the hell out of there.”“You remember?” Dana asked.Alex laughed. It was the same laugh that had attracted Dana to Alex when they first met, and when Dana had. You are in a plural marriage. I remember now.”Alice chuckled, “It gets more plural everyday.”“Can you tell me about it?”“The short version is that Dave, my actual legal husband, and I loosened up about six or seven years ago. In the process we added Pam to our family, and then Heather, and then my sister Julie. In the same ceremony that Ken and Patti wed, we brought Cricket into our family, and now we have Scarlett about to join very soon whenever we get around to have the ceremony. She’s. So a few days later, here I was on a warm Thursday night, sitting at my second bar of the night. I was nursing a cool Belgium lager, watching the world go by when my gaze was caught by two laughing women who had pulled up at one of the tables on the promenade. They were obviously sharing a ribald joke with a trio young lads sat at the next one. From their identical T-shirts with some bloke’s gurning face printed on, they were on a stag weekend. I put the women in their early sixties, both. He came up from between her legs. A beet-red flush covered her face, neck and chest; and she was panting heavily to regain her breath.“Are you all right?” he askedMarcia closed her mouth but continued breathing heavily through her nose. “I think I hyperventilated a bit,” she replied.“From your response I was afraid I was hurting you.”“Oh, no, Darren. It was wonderful. Wonderful.”Darren knelt and gave Marcia his hand to help her to her knees. She wrapped her fingers around his erect organ. “This.