I had a vague picture of finding her in bed"you know what I mean"with her friend Fran Ellis, but the exhaustion from pulling a double shift in the ER ...ade it difficult to think clearly. I rolled over in bed and stretched my arm out toward my husband, but he wasn't there. Oh, now I remembered; he was in New York. Did he have a lover there? How many times had I wondered whether those meetings included a variation of 'Same Time Next Year', like maybe 'Same Time Next Month.'He always denied having. Ken is more than my boyfriend.”“Oh my god!” I exclaimed. “You guys are secretly married!”She laughed at what she must have thought was my naïve response. “No silly! We’re too young to be married! We have a ... listen, can you keep a secret?”“That’s a good one,” I said with a grin. “I hardly ever talk to anybody! Yes, I promise not to tell anyone your secret.”I noticed Jo seemed uncharacteristically nervous. I figured her secret must be something big.“Ken isn’t just my boyfriend,” Jo said. “He’s. Enzo stayed behind and contributed to some of the alcohol already on my island counter. It was 8:30pm.We went into my one bedroom. Jenny had brought a change of clothes with her to work that day and without hesitating she began stripping. God she looked good. I could never get over just how gorgeous she was. I began undressing as well and helped her slip on her short one-piece dress, pulling the zipper up her back. She turned around and gave me a warm, unexpected kiss. I could taste her. We made an appointment for an evening later in the week and she gave me directions to her house.I showed up at the appointed time and she showed me into a bedroom she's set up as her massage studio. She had a proper massage table, a small office desk and chair and some physiology diagrams on the wall showing all the muscles in the human body.She told me to get undressed and lie face down on the table and she gave me a towel to cover my waist and she left the room. So that's what I did... Except.