James looked around the room to make sure he hadn't already taken out a pair of clothes for when he got out of the shower. He didn't."I'll do you one ...etter James, i'll grab his towel so he has nothing when he comes out" Do it!" he encouraged me. So with that, I trekked back into the Coaches room and slowly opened the door to the bathroom. The hotel had a dark shower curtain that you couldn't see through, so I quickly grabbed the towels from off the rack in the bathroom and ran back to our. He said, “So, I was wondering, since this is my last night in town, would you be willing to spend a couple hours with me for a couple hundred dollars?” I heard myself say, “Certainly”, and we got up and moved toward the elevators.What was I doing? This was nuts! I just agreed to whore myself out! I couldn’t believe it! Nonetheless, I walked with steady steps to the elevator, hanging on his arm, as calmly as an experienced call girl. I quickly realized it was too late to back down now, at least. Greg did want to discuss borrowed time; Laura was a bit surprised at his sensitivity to her primary partner and his needs. She thought Greg was more solicitous toward Dan than she was. Greg also added his own view of borrowing time and not wanting to let it go. “You’ve told me that you can be demanding; I just want you to know that I can too. If I commit to you as my primary relationship, I need to get my full share of your time and devotion.” Greg could express his view of reality in difficult. When they got in bed she asked how his night had been. He didn’t want to talk about it and had no interest in her experience with Carl or any other man for that matter. He wasn’t one of those men that cared about his wife’s sexual exploits, nor did he find any vicarious thrill in it. It was her reality, she owned it and she was entitled to have it. Yet her silence was insistent demanding he say something. ‘It was nice…’ ‘Was she good?’ ‘Yes, but I really prefer not to talk about it.’ ‘Don’t.