"Oh nothing at all," I replied attempting to feign a casual tone, but only managed to get half the words out before we were all laughing. After we h...d all stopped laughing, Sally took off the soaking rain jacket and I recognized her as one of the girls I have seen at the beach with Lara. She was an American, spending the summer in France to practice her (already fluent) French ahead of her last year in high school. She had been taking a walk when the storm had caught her by surprise. "I. First, you scare the hell out of us with this unexpected kidnapping! I'm thinking that we're going to have a US strike force crashing through our upper story windows at any moment ... but, this? Absolutely unbelievable!"Todd, did you have any clue? Even the slightest hint that this was possible? I can understand our foolishly grinning Russian comic sitting there ... after all, he's a walking testimonial to old age and senility (Andrei returned the insult by blowing a huge raspberry in Michael's. Eventually one morning I slipped my business card into her purse on the train and she looked at me and shook her head in disappointment .She was not happy about that.There were times however when she would arrive on a train or 2 ahead of her husband on the evening commute and wait for him in their car at the commuter parking lot where I parked my car also.On one of these occasions as Rose and I were getting off the train in the evening I tried speaking with her and we walked to the parking lot. One weekend, after steamy sex, I revealed my secret sexual fantasy to Simon. I would like to have a sexual encounter with another man while Simon watched. It could even become a threesome if he were so inclined. I could feel his whole body stiffen as he rejected the idea and he said, "When we married, we both pledged before witnesses and before God to forsake all others. We agreed to commit ourselves to each other for the rest of our lives. Are you asking my permission to fulfill your fantasy?.