To start with Anita was quieter than usual and Steve and Graham also seemed a little nervous but Andy flattered Anita, told her how well she looked an... how good it was to see her again and soon we were back to being a noisy relaxed group. I went off to the toilet at one stage and Andy followed me in and asked if Anita had yet said anything about what had happened on the last visit. I explained that she hadn't, in fact quite the opposite, she refused to let me talk about it or acknowledge that. She had on a black silk night gown, but I could see that underneath she had put on the red underwear and stockings from earlier. She came over to me and held my chin up to the light and looked at me, “You are a very lucky man. Your wife, I take it she is your wife, is very attractive. But then again, you too are a very handsome man. I think you make a lovely couple”. “Thank you”, we both said in unison.She began running her hand up and down my arm, causing goose pimples, before casually. No more impulse buying, he began making lists of just what he needed. The lists seemed endless, but there was a certain amount of excitement involved. Whereas previously he was concerned with big items, now acquiring a mop and bucket or a toilet brush gave him a strange satisfaction. He actually enjoyed it. Slowly, he was becoming acclimated to his change in lifestyle. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was hoping Joanie was too.At work, the word of his change in marital status caused a few. He took the bus into town, on the basis that he wanted a drink and he could get a taxi home or something. He arrived outside the Hippodrome theatre at about five to seven. Blue streaks in her hair, she’d said. He scanned every group and individual that came past but there was no sign of her. At ten past he pulled out his phone to text her. Guess you changed your mind, that’s fine, can we still… can we still what? Talk dirty to each other on the phone? And what if she was just late, maybe she’d.