She was really enjoying this. I noticed that she wasn'tparticipating in the contest; it had probably been all her idea in thefirst place and designed ...o humiliate me because I was the bettercheerleader.Immediately the girl to my right, named Grace if I remembered correctly,stripped off her dress and then her bra, exposing her breasts foreveryone to see. She had drawn Chuck, and she was busily makingseductive poses for him as she squeezed her tits and ran her tongue overher lips. Chuck's eyes. I'd like to ask her forthe next dance." He smiled at her but Penelope didn't really see it.She was too astonished and perplexed. The room seemed to be spinningand the sound in the room became a cacophony of waves washing over her."Bishop. Bishop. Bishop!" Molly shook her violently to bring heraround."Don't be an asshole. Go and dance with your man," she pushed Penelopetowards the middle of the room where Randy was standing waiting forher, his hand outstretched.There was a spotlight on him. Then I received a text that said, if you want it, you can get it! Without a word, I picked through my closet for a red trench coat and some heels. Applied a little bit of lipstick and gloss. As I headed out the bedroom door, I looked to my husband to think about what I was about to do. I've the best fucking wife, for having been getting no love and affection lately. If I can't get it at home, damn right I am going to get it from somewhere else. He'd send me directions, I was surprised to learn. “Lover-Boy’s back.”Terry feigned not to have noticed but Gareth blocked him.“Didn’t you hear me, Lover-Boy?” he asked.“Were you talking to me, Gareth?”“Who else?”“I don’t answer to that name. Try Terry next time.”“Why? That’s who you are, Grace’s lover-boy.”“No. I’m her boyfriend and she doesn’t like it when you refer to me as Lover-Boy. Would you please move back out of my way?”“Why? I’m talking to you.”Terry said nothing but took a side-step. Gareth did so too.“I’m talking to you,” he.