"What a nice idea! Let's go in the back, then."The ladies picked up their drinks and got up. I got up, and followed them into the back room. There wer... five semi-private areas for more private dancing than out front, and a shower that didn't seem to be used all that much. I was surprised when Laurel opened a door, and we went into an office. There was a desk, with a sofa in front of it. There were some decorative wooden posts over and behind the sofa, out from the wall. Sally unlocked the. Our neighborly talk was moving nowhere, just so so, nothing much more than the weather or what a nice area this was. I am thinking, “Jenny get her phone number, call her another day about the stupid weather, nonchalantly bid this lady goodbye,” but alas, there appeared to be no last-minute reprieve, we were stuck with this silly nosy twit for the evening. All my planning and scheming to get back into Jenny’s drawers was for naught.After being bored to death for what seemed like hours, Jill. "No!" she replied, giggling a little again. "I'd just like to see *you*do it with her. Are you up for it?"I lay there, more confused than ever. "Clara, this is weird!" She didn't answer. I couldn't make heads or tails of her objective in all this. "I don't think so..." Why not?" It would... affect our relationship. It's dangerous."She giggled: "A million men would *jump*at such a chance, and *I*married a man who dosn't want to." She didn't say any more and neither did I though it was a while. Literature and art and theatre. Eventually, and I’m not really sure who steered the conversation in that direction, the subject of erotica took over, something Summer seemed to enjoy sharing her views on. Not that I minded. It was nice to hear her talk, quite honestly, and to watch her grow animated about something she was obviously interested in.As for me… I mostly mention this because it becomes important to the story later. A young woman, late-twenties perhaps, approached me.“You are Noel.