We don’t need you here.’ ‘Excuse me?’ Something in her eyes dimmed, the hostile tone he had taken had dawned on her finally as she looked up a... him. ‘I don’t understand what you mean by…I get a feeling I’ve somehow started off on the wrong foot here and I don’t know how…’ But he was glaring at her, his eyes filled with an anger, she didn’t understand what she could have done to upset him, as he pushed away from the wall he had been leaning against, cursing under his breath, but still loud. . . I was . . . watching you,” I confessed.Smiling, she said seductively, “A little turned on, are we?” When I didn’t say anything, she said, “Hey, let’s dance in the moonlight.”“What about the men?” I whispered.“Oh, they’re probably all asleep by now,” she said.She danced toward me, moving erotically to the music. I basked in the scent of her soft hair and flesh. She leaned into me, her body feeling hot. I couldn’t stop myself from moving her hair aside and kissing her bare neck and shoulders.. But I couldn't help notice, that as Helen went in and out of the room, Alfred stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes following my wife."Yes, she is pretty, isn't she?" I said."Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare," he mumbled."That's all right, boy. You can look all you want. You think she's pretty, don't you?" I don't know any woman I'd say was prettier. But I promise, I'll stop staring." It's all right, like I said. I think she's pretty too. I don't blame you for looking." At that moment Helen. We’re going to make love as partners, shower, and then have the best meal their chefs can produce, with the choice of their wine cellar.’ We did. Whether it was relief that I could, or the inability to argue with Hazel, or the realisation that we would be living together, I don’t know. But our lovemaking was better than we had done for months. The meal was great too. We danced afterwards with several other couples whose husbands looked suspiciously docile. +++ On my first day back at work I.