”“Might’s well. Maybe they’re ready to go home. Who’d play music to swim?”“Or maybe they’re having a picnic. People we know might offe... us a Coke or a slice of watermelon.”“I swear, Jack. Looking at you, I see arms and legs. Listening, all I hear is stomach.”“Tell me you would say ‘no’ to a slice of watermelon in this heat.”“Well, if it was offered. But I’m not sidling up to somebody else’s picnic hoping to feed my face.”“Out of the sun at last.”“Yeah, but it’s no cooler under the trees.”“Hey!. I would force it down even as my erection started up. Then I would get my keys and go on after her.She waved to me every time, like everything was normal, like every father drives past his topless daughter just for the glory of seeing her bare skin go by. I don't think she ever thought my driving was out of the ordinary. Maybe she thought I was looking out for her.At first, that's all it was. Watching her. Then, I began to think about it. Think about her. And me. Together. That first time, when. .. what? Normal? Hard to imagine ... but even if not, even if all we manage to do is coexist in the same house—well, at least Mikey will have a better life than that poor Davis kid.The following Sunday, after the couple's first meeting with Dr. Seymour:Jennifer was tidying up the kitchen. Mikey was playing a video game. He had the TV to himself; Mike had gone to a bar to watch football with a friend.A bar! He hasn't done that in years. He's been so content to watch at home ... to be at home.... That he had seen them once when he caught us naked in the spa, I remember it to be true. He got up to turn on the radio and I looked, his hard had subsided. A song came on the radio and he asked my wife to dance. They broke apart after the song and my wife was laughing saying that thing was poking me through the whole song. She said it is hot in here, obviously not only because of the wood heater. She took off her coat and her nipples were hard. I commented how come you have hard nipples if so.