The games were still in good progress and, of course, being an emergency, no-one would mind if you were in and out of the Men’s toilets before the g...me ended. Your mind made up and your bladder giving you all the encouragement you needed, you slipped in through the open door and peered round the corner to make sure the place was unoccupied. Luckily there was no-one there and, at the far end of the long, clean and white-tiled changing room, you saw a door marked WC. Sprinting as quickly as your. I'm flying back to New York this Saturday. That's theday after tomorrow, Stan." Harriet saw an anxious look develop on hisface."You're going back to New York on Saturday?" That's correct." What... about me?" I haven't decided that issue yet. You know, one of the attendantsthinks you'd make a fine mistress for someone down here. Perhaps abanana plantation owner? Or maybe a drug lord? Can you see yourself inthat mode, Stan?" You can't be serious, Harriet. You have to take me back with. It’s what people who are in love do, isn’t it? It’s what you and Neil did?”“But that was different. We were young and married to each other. Now I’m in my forties, and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m married to Neil.”“Women in their forties have children all of the time. My mother had Delores and Leon when she was your age. And these days people have babies out of marriage all of the time.”I looked at him, totally exasperated, unable to make him see how crazy what he was suggesting was. Just. It was Tuesday evening and we were in one of those middle-grade steakhouse type restaurants. This one had a sort of nostalgic theme with black and white photos on the walls, destroyed instruments beside them, and cute servers.“But it’s just that I love him and...““Thighs, my cunt, remember!” she said with a slap on the table that made the glasses and flatware rattle. “You’re not in love with him. You’re in love with the idea of him. Join the club, sweetheart.”“Is he okay?”“Damn girl, you need a.