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it
had to be past eleven. I got up to get some water. Rich followed me
out to the kitchen.
    "How is it going with Liz and Jim?" I
asked.
    "Okay, I guess. I don't see it lasting too
long with the three of us. Liz and I deal with it okay, but I think
it is a bit too much for Jim. You'd think we would do a three way,
but Jim has trouble with that. Liz and I are really in tune with
each other. I think it's a matter of time before he leaves."
    Adam came out and got dressed. Rich followed
suit. I went up to Adam and kissed him. "Thanks for the fun time,"
I said.
    "No, thank you," he replied. "I've never met
anyone like you before. Can we see you tomorrow night?"
    "I'm sorry. I have a prior commitment or
else we could spend the rest of the weekend together," I replied.
We swapped phone numbers and promised to see each other again. I
walked Rich and Adam to the door and kissed them both. I was still
naked. Rich playfully grabbed my ass as we hugged.
    I took a quick shower and hopped into bed
when I heard Sheila come in. I came out to check on her. She was
alone.
    "How did it go?" I asked.
    "Okay, I guess. Shane's cute, but kind of
boring. The movie was good. I wish you had been with us instead of
home alone," she said.
    "Don't worry," I replied. "I can always find
some way to amuse myself," I answered. I kissed her and went to my
room and back to bed.
    The next morning I slept in. I heard Sheila
up and showering before work. The next thing I remember it was past
eight. I made coffee and had an English muffin. After reading the
paper I grabbed a towel and walked out to the patio. I threw my
robe over a chair and dove in the pool. In my younger days I was a
competitive swimmer. Now it was good exercise. I swam for about
forty-five minutes. I dragged myself out of the pool and toweled
off. Even though it was still a bit cool, I plopped down on a
lounge chair and rested.
    As I was getting up the phone rang. I went
inside and answered it.
    “Hi, this is Sandy Laughlin, Fred’s
girlfriend. We met once,” the voice on the phone said.
    “Sure, I remember.”
    “I guess we are having dinner and I was
trying to figure out what to wear. Do you have any thoughts?” she
asked.
    “No, I was going to go to the mall and see
if anything caught my eye. I live right next to Anaheim Plaza.”
    “Would you like some company?” she asked. I
said it would be great. I gave her my address and directions. I
hung up and hit the shower.
    As I was showering I was trying to remember
Sandy. We had met briefly when she came by the office once. I
recalled her as tall and thin. She looked like one of those runway
models. She seemed aloof when we met, but it was only for an
instant. I dried my hair and brushed it. I dressed in a simple
blouse and skirt. I wore sandals.
    The doorbell rang. It was Sandy. I invited
her in and grabbed my purse. She was as I remembered her, thin,
tall and attractive. Her hair was dark and short. She had moderate
make-up. Sandy had that Twiggy – like build. Her boy’s haircut gave
her a stern, no nonsense appearance. She gave off that
intimidating, but sex look that challenges men.
    We took her car, a white Ford LTD. We parked
by the Broadway. As we talked I warmed up to her. She was very
bright with a public administration degree. She worked at Hughes
Aircraft in Fullerton as the Personnel Director.
    We had lunch at the coffee shop in the
Broadway and chatted. She and Fred had been dating for seven
months. He moved into her house three months ago, giving up his
apartment. She lived in Placentia.
    The guy we were having dinner with was named
Charles, but whom everyone called Skeeter. She said she had worked
with at Hughes before he took a job with NASA in Houston. He’s in
town for a conference at the Grand Hotel.
    “What’s he like?” I asked.
    “He’s tall, dark brown hair, and very
handsome. He’s really nice,” Sandy said.
    “Does Fred know you used to be lovers?” I
asked with a raised eyebrow.
    “Is it that