"Just a date," Robert said in his familiar voice when he talked to me like an adult. "You have the car, so it goes sideways, leave." But it's Ned, you...guys like Ned," I said, standing still. "Jack even likes him, Jack doesn't like anyone!" We will get over it, three weeks from now if Ned doesn't show up, all of us will be saying, 'Who is Ned?'" Robert smiled with a shrug."I know, but," I started to say. "Am I the town joke?"Robert smiled. He knew this was coming. When I got here I went on a. 30 we stepped out, got into the car and drove off the 10 miles to the party.The house where this weeks party was being held was near Frinton on Sea, a very posh area, in those days anyway, and it was fairly secluded along a tree lined drive. We were greeted at the front door by a guy in his early 30's who looked really good, he pecked Debbie's cheeks and mine before ushering us inside. The accommodation was quite something, large rooms well furnished and a number of large sofas circling the. Tuesday night, as the week before, my husband asked me if it was ok for him to go and have a few beers with his pals, John and Peter, I told him it was ok, that I'd call over to my friend and have a glass of wine or two, he had a shower and dolled himself up, he smelled like a fucking perfume factory when he came out of the shower, this was no few beers with the boys I thought to myself, but said nothing, off he went, and I phoned my friend to come collect me in her car, we were like to private. A little too long to be polite. She has to know what I'm thinking. Catching myself and politely looking away, I turn and retrieve the nightgown and hand it to her. "Jeune fille innocente, vêtements était juste une excuse." she says and hangs it back on the hook. She takes my hands and places them on her breasts. "Aimez-vous?"I'm completely lost. If she doesn't want to try on the nightgown, what are we doing? I look into her eyes. She smiles to me. I don't know what she said, but I sure.