I’m not embarrassed about this (If anything, quite the opposite) to do this
justice I have to be a great deal more explicit that I would normally prefer. I
prefer to flirt, both with men and with the details of my adventures. It seems
much more appropriate to say I spent the night with someone than to say
specifically what we did. I will try to overcome this as I tell you what
happened. If I seem to be skirting something, you have to be willing to interrupt
me with questions. I may evade, but I will never lie. Anyway, with that in mind,
the story really begins on a Friday night a few months back. The Chief, my
affectionate name I gave my husband, had some friends over. I was getting in
late from a conference and it was clearly his party. I knew nearly everyone
there, but they were his friends. I came in about 10:00 that night. I’d slept
on the train, so I was still fairly fresh. There they all were in the dining
room, playing cards. The Chief gave me a big hug when I came in and carried my
suitcase up to the bedroom. I washed my face and slipped out of my travel
clothes into the kind of thing I normally hang around the house in, a shirt of
the Chief’s and tights (white and blue respectively.) I’d eaten so I just nibble
at the snacks and watched them play. I stood or sat behind the Chief and one or
two of the other players seemed to have trouble focusing on their cards. I’d been
behaving myself for the past few days and this tickled me. Thinking to myself,
It’s all in a good cause (the Chief’s winnings) I would stretch or walk around or
occasionally pick things up off of the floor. They seemed to enjoy it and I
certainly did. Around midnight about half of the crew left and when the game had
gotten down to 4 players, I sat in and became a fifth. They were betting quarters
mostly and I sat down with around $20 and began to play. I was about $5 ahead
…End of the part1. To be continued..
