" "How did she do that? Was she playing strip poker?" asked a strawberryblonde with a big smile and sparkling sapphire eyes, "I'm Melanie, by theway."...One of the other young women, a brunette with dark eyes, shushed themwith an angry look on her face. "Will you girls keep it down, I'mwatching!" she said. "Oh come on Nancy," a pretty blonde said, "it's not every day a girlwalks in wearing just her thong and bra," she giggled, "I'm Gwen, so,hi." "Yeah hi, I'm Cassandra but you can call me Cass,". .”“Shut up, you m-moron,” Ginger screeched, “help me get my hair out of this fucking thing!”She realized immediately she’d said the wrong thing, as Gabe’s laughter turned to fury.“Moron, huh? Maybe I’ll just plug it back in, then...”“No!” she sobbed, as he reached for the wall socket. He was just drunk enough that he might do it.“Please, I’m s-sorry! Gabe, you have to help me get my hair out of this thing. Please!”Still scowling darkly, Gabe dropped the plug and walked around the desk to look. Sanders?’ she asked. ‘I’ve heard things aren’t going well for you right now, Cynthia,’ Ben said. He walked across the living room and sat down in a chair. ‘Why don’t you make yourself comfortable, Cynthia?’ he said, gesturing to his sofa, which sat across the room from him, near where the girl was standing. Cynthia sat down on the sofa. She kept her knees together primly. Her fingers continued to toy with her hair. ‘What have you heard?’ she asked. ‘Well, several people have told me they think. I love you,” and hung up. I looked around the kitchen. I had planned on making alight pasta and grain hot dish with a cold salad. Ithought about cooking meat, but it was hot out and thiswas almost ready. I went about finishing dinner. As Idid I thought about the call. Why today was he bringinghome a stranger. My mind slipped to last night. My husband and I makinglove and the fantasy we played out during sex. In one ofour fantasies we’d been discussing another man. Jon hadoften told me he wanted.