“How are things between you and Bert?” Janet asked.
“Good,” Cheryl said drinking from her second cup of coffee. “I think he’s seeing someone. Lately he’s been more creative in the sack, doing things he never used to.”
“Doesn’t that bother you?” Janet asked, surprised at Cheryl’s matter-of-fact pronouncement.
“A little, but in a way it makes Bert more exciting. And I certainly can’t say anything — with all the men I’ve been with.”
“Are you seeing someone new?”
“I thought you’d never ask. This time I found a real young, stud. Jeremy, the pool boy.”
“The what?” Janet asked.
“You know the boy who takes care of the pool at the country club.” Cheryl crouched down in her seat and when she felt relatively shielded from the other patrons, pulled out a ziplock bag from inside her purse that c
