I learned something about my psyche' that surprised me a bit. I had no idea that the intimacy of sharing an orgasm with someone would evoke such a fee...ing of affection and closeness within me. Despite the fact that I agreed to these extramarital experiments with the expectation that it was just physical sex without any emotional entanglement, I was feeling a deep emotional connection with Jen and her husband at that moment; and it felt good. I wondered, just for an instant, would I have fallen. Do you understand me, Arnie?" She asked, the sun going down as she drove."Yes, Mistress," said Arnie."Good. While I drive, I want you to look at yourself, Arnie. What kind of tits do you have, Arnie; boy or girl?" Girl, Mistress," said Arnie."Feel your pussy. That's a good girl. Put your finger inside, and feel how wonderful it feels when you stimulate your nerves. What kind of pussy is that, Arnie?" A girl's, Mistress." Excellent. Can you feel your skin, your hair, your lips. Lick. It was weird, but on a weirdness scale of American business practices, it wasn't totally crazy.The old man reemerged from the back of the store, a stapled-over pharmacy bag clutched in one hand. "I was out of the normal pills for your . . . wife," the old man said. "But I substituted these; they should be a little easier on her stomach. They're new," he confided."Oh, good," I said. "The old ones did seem to give her terrible heartburn." I reached for my wallet. "How much do I owe you?"He waved. "Diana took Jill's hand, "Bill and Kathy have gone into Winter Park for breakfast," Diana responded. Then quietly, "Jill, they're married."Jill looked as if she had been slapped, but after a moment, she sighed and said, "Kathy is a good person," her response now a little quicker as the orange juice began to take effect. After another pause, she frowned, "But how could they be married? Our divorce isn't final, yet. At least, I don't think it is. It's only been a few weeks, hasn't it? I'm all.