Donna called me on Wednesday and told me she couldn't go with me on Saturday to my dad's birthday party. I of course wanted to know why.Donna said, "I...have to go to a charity affair with Brian." WHAT? A charity affair with Brian, what are you talking about? We are not supposed to be dating anyone else and now you want to go out with Brian again. I don't think so Donna." Brian and I had planned this date before you and I became a couple. He has been in Europe with his family since that last. She was a kind and wondrous woman. And I hoped I was right in that she felt the same about me. We got to spend some time together. We went with the bride and groom to a restaurant for dinner. After a while the bride and groom left for one reason or another and Angela and I found ourselves alone. We were silent for a time before our eyes met and blushing made me break the silence."We're a chatty bunch, aren't we?" She giggled. It was a mellifluous sound. I liked her giggle."No, we're not." We. As the daughter of the small-town pastor, I hadn’t known anything about acting – movies and television were forbidden – and a whole lot less about sexuality. The only thing I was ever allowed to know about sex was that it was for procreation and the duty of the wife.At college, a new world opened to me. I devoured films, television and theater. I watched all the classical movies I could find, the Oscar winners, the blockbusters and a few erotic thrillers. And porn… After a month I changed my. .” I began, but she shushed me.“You said I’m a co-wife. I’m claiming the wife side of the bed.” Simple. I guessed. Right then I was so tired, yet turned on and, more than anything, I realized, glad to have someone next to me at night the way Diane used to be.“Fine. How did you know which side I sleep on?”“Well, Dan, you leave your door open. I’ve watched you sleep.”“You’ve ‘watched me sleep’?”“Yeah, she sniffed. A couple of times.” I couldn’t believe she admitted having done that.“Well, I guess.