I felt the cold air on my skin. It was not warm out at all. In fact, it felt no more than fifty or so degrees. I meant to call to Suzie to come out of...the freezing lake when I saw them. There were five of them on the little rock island. They were water nymphs and they were striking to look at. I heard soft, beautiful singing although the words I could not recognize. The music entranced me, but I worked hard to maintain my focus. I stepped, this time on purpose, on the sharp rock. The pain again. ” I laughed as I replied, “You, not make too much noise, that’s impossible,” I continued, “I have never known anybody scream so much when she climaxes.” Sara chuckled and replied, “Oh, well okay then, we probably will make a lot of noise.” Sara got up and went upstairs to get me a sheet and blanket. Joe looked worried and I told him that I was cool with him sleeping with Sara. “She told me all about the other day bud,” I said, “I don’t mind you spending the whole night with her or having. My real name is Jack but the manager her wanted his guests to feel like this place was worth the prices, so we were to act as snooty as we could. ‘Cause French people and French food is snooty.” Fuck was he a piece of work. I had my day job working road construction, that kept me in really good shape but didn’t pay that well and wasn’t consistent. Here at “Le Bistro” the pay was good, so if that meant I had to use a fake (and really bad) accent, so be it. And it wasn’t like there was that much. So I kept my job under the new circumstances. Three nights a week I worked until nine at night only to come home to a cold supper. Then Kathy suggested I eat out those nights. It was only later I found out she was cooking his meals those nights also. There were other changes in Kathy; she used to be perky and full of fun, now she seemed sad and withdrawn. It seamed like she was mad at me most of the time and our sex life went down the tubes. Saturdays used to be our big night. We often went out.