Linda will speak with him alone, Irving has another trial, and she asks that I come with her.“You won’t be paid for this one, darling, I can’t j...stify it, but I’d like you with me anyway,” she said in the evening before. “I’m not really comfortable with McDonald, and anyhow it won’t hurt to know if he’s lying.”The investigators have found much, she says, and she wishes to verify as much as pos­sible with client. So I sit with her at table where she talks with client.“Sam, I need to take you. The coaches might have known but did not intrude, we all knew that there would be beer and sex. It was at one such party that things got out of hand. Normally we would drink an have fun before the sex begin. This night the guys kept passing me glasses of beer mixed with hard liquor, it wasn't long before I was totally wasted. I could barely stand less lone walk, a couple of the guys had started to make out with me. They would kiss me lightly on the ears or caress my thigh, stroke my arm, to. " Real homework, or..." Maybe some of both ... I'm halfway there..."I looked across the park and she was indeed walking toward me, bookbag slung artfully over her shoulder. So I waited for her to join me at my trailer. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Helen watching at the office door. I unlocked my trailer and let Cindy and me inside. As I landed my computer bag in the miniscule space beside the sofa, I heard the door lock click.I turned and Cindy smiled, her eyes happy, laughing. Then. The husband opened the front passenger side for my wife then opened the rear driver side for his wife. We got in our respected seats and drove on to our destination. Throughout the drive we had different conversations going on. Sometimes the wife spoke and pointed out things to me, while the husband did the same to my wife. Other times, the wife pointed out things to the entire car, as did the husband. They were witty and fun to be with. I did not think twice when the wife would tap my thigh.