But the flavor was better than anything I’ve ever had—at least anything that came out of the water. Kate was packing it away, too.Tuesday was more...of the same, only more intense as we got down to more work and fewer lessons. Erika was our room service again and hung around a few minutes while we sat to eat. Having heard us talking about coffee, she’d brought Kate a latte and me an Americano with our breakfast. I gave her a ten for a tip again and she hesitated.“If y’all hadn’t tipped me that. But she persisted. We ended the conversation with her telling me that she would check back in with me in a couple weeks to see if my wife had changed things at all. I figured that was drunk talk and we would be done with it. But about a month later, she stopped by the house when my wife was out shopping. She came in and I offered her a drink and told her my wife would be back in a couple hours so she could wait if she wanted. She told me she had come to talk to me, and asked if things improved. Jasmine and I had been dating since our sophomore year at college. It was great being with her and getting to know her. She talked about herself, a lot. I mostly just listened. I thought she was so interesting. There was always something she was hiding from me, though. Something about her family, I could just tell. It made me feel like I was untrustworthy and I hated it. As our relationship progressed, I started feeling less and less secure about myself. I started wearing sweat suits, talking. The cocktail dresses were slinky and sexy, whilst the ball gown was wonderfully sophisticated, reaching the floor ? he had to be careful not to catch his heels in the hem. Eventually, after about two hours, he reached the bridesmaids dress.Before he tried it on, he carefully searched Claire's underwear drawer, and eventually found a white pair of lace top stockings, which he gingerly put on, being desperately careful not to snag them. Then he took the cover off of the dress, and the dress off.