Ben had been invited to go out clubbing with another couple. He discussed it with Mary and she agreed. He asked her if she could dress like she use to...and she reluctantly agreed. She wore a short black sequin dress with garters and stockings and 4 inch heels, but she also brought flats because she hadn’t worn heels in a very long time so if the heels hurt she could swap to flats. The two couples met at the club, which was very crowded, and managed to land a table but it was one of those buffet. “Thanks,” I said. “It IS kind of an awkward situation. I guess my first concern was that you might be trying to avoid bringing up any subject that could touch on Barb’s office romance.”She looked startled for a moment, stumbling, but she recovered well. “You know?!!?” she gaped.I nodded. “She told me at the beginning of summer,” I said quietly.“And you’re okay with her having someone on the side?” she asked, surprised.“Not really. I’ve done everything I can to hold our marriage together, but. Mike and Bruce took Calypso to the south end of the island where the big Philipsburg harbor is. Procuring an anchoring buoy from the harbormaster they shut down the boat and took a water taxi ashore. After the Dutch immigration folks processed their entry, Bruce rented an SUV with 4-wheel drive per Rita’s advice and went to find her on the French side.Once together she guided him down roads that quickly deteriorated to paths that looked like they were suitable for cows only. The SUV finally. I wanted to try something different. What a wild night that was. My boyfriend, the ASS, staged a wild ride. He invited strippers, hookers, body painters, art scene scumbags and even fucking HELL'S ANGLES, jesus! He didn't say a thing about what all he had planned, it just happened." Really?" I said, pooring a glass of orange juice for myself. This might be an interesting story, I thought. "So what happened exactly?"The artsy lady took out a long, thin cigar and began smoking it. By the smell I.