At the junction with Fields Avenue, the surface water that ran off had started as a rivulet a mile away, up at Friendship, and gathered volume as it r...shed down Perimeter Road into Fields Avenue, finally to gush out over MacArthur Highway like a burst water main. The girls were knee deep at times as they crossed, then splashed up through the puddles on the irregular sidewalk of Fields, as the torrent cascaded by in the roadway. No one was about. Some clubs displayed ‘Open’ signs, tied firmly in. It had asked me about wearing shortsand dresses and skirts. It had asked about heels and boots. I wanted toshow them off. At least to myself. I owned cargo shorts and runningshoes. They didn't look right. I stopped wearing the pantyhose everyday.I would pull them out occasionally when I felt sad, but they didn't bringme the same joy as before. Then another manila envelope arrived in themail.My excitement completely overshadowed my anxiety at receiving anotherpiece of mail addressed to "Ms". I. "Good" marriages sometimes are hell from the inside. Men and women cling to partners that "everyone" knows are wrong for them, bound by love, desire, custom, who knows what? Amaka did not pretend to know what had gone on between James and Janet. It was another universe from the one she and James inhabited. In theirs, James was her master, as he was Janet's, but he was also her friend, business partner, lover, and father of her children. Amaka felt herself married to James even though he went. She had a very sensual look in her eyes; plump red lips, natural but huge tits and a body to die for.The girl was wearing a leather jacket, a tight white t-shirt that allowed to appreciate her nice tits and a pair of very tight jeans.She looked sexy; almost a “man eater”, but I suddenly had the thought that she could like women more than men…Laura introduced her as Tammy and I kissed her in the cheek.I touched slightly her plump red lips and looked into her eyes. I thought that she had liked.