"Yes," she answered. Carol wasn't upset. She was proud."Why?" For the same reason Marilyn and I decided to keep our affairs secret from our husbands. ...or the excitement, the thrill, the raw, visceral stimulation of being a secret slut." Carol was aroused, with a wild, wanton look in her eyes. Marilyn was quiet as a church mouse as she took in every nuance of the conversation."You liked that?" Yes," Carol hissed."You like being a secret slut?" Yes," she said proudly. She was challenging me. Her. Your so-called friends will not be there for you, like they were notthere for me, when you were cheating on me with him." Brendon, you are making a huge mistake. I am giving you a chance toget back with me. You will never get another woman like me."Brendon replied, "That is the point. I do not want a woman like you. Nowleave me alone."The rejected woman was long gone by the time Mary came back with thedrink. Even with Mary knowing that she and Brendon were never meant tobe, she was happy.. I’m not sure I can tell my fantasies.’ ‘You have them, right? Things that you want to do? Things you want me to do? Right? Things that would be so exciting if we could do them? How about,’ she paused a second, and then spoke, slightly lower, breathy, ‘how about things that get you so aroused, but they’re so far out you would never consider doing them? How about those?’ ‘Maybe I’ll start off slow.’ ‘Good. Start slow. Hey! Ask me about things we’ve done that you’d like to do again!’ ‘Like the. As the coffee perked and the toast toasted, we looked out the window with our arms around each other until the toast was done. We buttered our toast and put jelly on ours. We had kidded that we had found one thing where we didn't like the same thing and that was jelly and coffee. When the coffee finished, I poured coffee for each of us adding the tiniest bit of creamer to Britt's. She could drink it black but preferred that little bit of creamer still. We were eating and just looking at each.