OK good. Why you have two of us? What is wrong with your wife?There is nothing wrong with my wife. Why do you women always think it's a competition an... only one of you can win?Because that is what God wants.I see. You have spoken directly to God?Why do you ask such a mean question? You know it's a sin what we do. Why are you not happy with your wife?I love my wife, dearly. What we are doing is not a sin to me. I do not care if you think it is a sin. Are you going to tell me 'no'? Tell me now!No. I smiled but not enough to stroke his ego. “May I have the honor of knowing your sweet name? I hesitated and his eyes gleamed. “Claire...” “I’m Baxtor. You look amazing Claire.” I blushed, “Thank you. I was just headed out” I said to avoid conversation; my friends had already started chuckling.“Could you join me for a drink Claire?” He asked cordially. I shook my head; I wanted to get out of there pronto. “Just one Claire, that’s it” He was smiling making his beautiful eyes glint adorably. My. He probably thought I was just another man, thinking himself the noble hero here to claim the girl by proving his worth. He had too much confidence in the way he approached, walking with his shoulders square and his arms rose up like a fighter in the ring. I knew this dance wasn’t going to end well, especially if he knew something about dancing. ‘Stan, Don’t!’ Her sob of desperation was kind, but I didn’t think about it at the time, as his smile seemed to grow as she said it. Moving quickly,. Damp with the morning dew, the returning flush of blood served only to replace the prior numbness with the deadening cold of the chill macadam. He sat and watched his own digits, entranced as he tried to curl them into a fist, tried to force a response, tried to find fire within himself to send them needed warmth.Street sounds insinuated themselves into his meditations, and he roused from the kinesthetic ennui. Engine noise and car horns purred and blared as the morning commute began while.