My family showed up early, so I pulled Melissa and my mom off to the side and told them what we wanted to do about lunches. Melissa was one of the key...members of the host family program for USA Baseball. She was shocked that our lunches were so bad, nutritionally. She and my mom planned to talk to some of the other host parents about the situation. I gave them the money I’d collected, and Mom told me that if nothing else she would either make something or have tomorrow’s lunch catered.I went. Don't tell him that it's because I asked you." But what if ... I mean, sometimes I might get ... I mean, what if I get really horny when I'm with Ben." This was very uncomfortable. Of course I knew that what we'd be doing when we got together with Ben would involve sex between me and Ben. But talking about this with Lynn was strange. It made everything seem so ... I don't know ... anticipated, I guess."Well, if the three of us are together, I'll take care of you any way you want." And Lynn. Starting now. The doorman hails a cabby. I look at the cabby’s license. His name is Saleh, and he appears middle eastern, with dark curly hair, olive skin and a long, hooked nose. I can see him mentally undress Jackie as we get in the cab. Not that I blame him. He leans over and leers, eyes lingering on her legs. “Where to?” “Central Park North. The Landsdown.” Saleh takes off, but driving safely, carefully, as if he wants to multitask. Too bad. I want a real, white-knuckled New York cab. Jean (my wife) and I had met and had socialized with Rick's parents for over two years. There was nothing about Tom and Denise that would make you think that they were anything other that a middle-aged suburban couple with a stable marriage, but as the old saying goes, looks can be deceiving. The wedding had taken place at one o'clock Saturday afternoon and the reception was being held at our home. About two hours into the reception I noticed that Tom was spending a lot of time with one of.