I spent the rest of the evening just sitting in a chair in that same bedroom with my face buried in my hands. As neighbors and friends came to claim their coats they glanced at me sympathetically, miserable drunk that I appeared to be, and decided to let me sober up on my own. One offered to drive me home, but our house is only just down the street, so I shook my head. It might as well have been across the continent. When the last guest left, Bonnie came in to see me. "Feeling a little better?" she asked.

When she was gone, Bonnie finished clearing away, turned, and began a rhythmic dance toward me. "Alvin honey," she said. "We havent much time, so listen. I know Delia doesnt understand what really happened last night, and how you really felt about it. And now shell never want to understand. She likes this idea shes come up with too much." "And so do I. It keeps Dan closer to home, and it gives me someone to be with when he isnt with me.

The door chimes sounded. While Dan went to answer it, Bonnie came around in front of me and leaned over, and clamped my head between her hands, and said, "Alvin, Alvin, calm down, itll be all right, itll be fine, youll see, just dont have a stroke, take some deep breaths now! Breath in! Now out! Now again!" She started stroking my head, and she straddled my lap, and said, "Again!" Which is why I was breathing in and out heavily, and Bonnies face was against mine and

When I woke up the sun was high, and I scurried down to the kitchen still in Bonnies nightgown, anxious to get my reconciliation with Delia under way. It was not my fault, after all, I had to repeat to myself. I had no reason to feel ashamed. I shouldnt need to defend my innocence. Bonnie was already up, and standing at the counter with her back toward me, pouring coffee for herself and waiting for something to finish heating in the toaster.

Its hard to know when anything really begins, but for me the world turned around when my wife came upstairs looking for her purse during Dan and Bonnies Tenth Wedding Anniversary Party, and found me curled face down on a bed piled high with guests coats, my ass way up in the air and Dan plunging his prick into it as if there were no tomorrow. I think Id drunk too much and passed out on that stack of coats, just get away from the crowd for a minute and close my eyes was what I thought, and then go back downstairs. Then when I came back to the world I felt very peculiar. There was a strange wiggly feeling in my dick, or was it further back in my loins? A sweet

The next day I took off from work and went with Tracy to her beauty parlor, where she ordered up a deluxe makeover. She had me dress in a simple blouse and skirt for this first excursion out in daylight, and a loose cardigan sweater with a large flower pattern. I objected, and she just looked at me, and I acquiesced. Of course I had to dress like a woman. A man cant walk into a beauty parlor and walk out looking pretty! I was very lightly made up, not much more than

When I came downstairs with Bonnie nearly two hours later Dan and Delia were sitting in the living room together, chatting like old, intimate friends. They looked up at me. "I did the best I could with her hair," Bonnie said apologetically. Delia smiled. "Not bad," she said. "Youll do for now. At least you dont look ridiculous. Thats a pretty lipstick shade, I think it really is you! Later when the beauticians have been at you, and maybe a plastic surgeon or two, and your pills and shots