CHAPTER THREE
Bernard Shakey drove the car slowly down the road near his house, hoping that no one would notice that the host had left the party.
He was pensive.
He wondered what the guests would think when they discovered that they had been abandoned by him.
Then he decided that he didn't give a f**k what anyone thought.
He was sure that Stacy was being just as bad as him, and he was guiltless.
Michele sat so close to him in the front seat of his car that he could feel her body heat on his shoulder.
She inched over on the seat a little further so that the sides of their thighs were pressed together.
Bernard really felt as if he were a teenager again.
He knew that opportunities to have an affair did not pop up every day.
He had found himself thinking about having an affair more a
