Matthew and Melinda caught each other’s gaze, both looking equally excited and nervous, and both nodded to each other as if to say, why not? And then they retrieved their coats from the rack behind the door as the young husband said,
“Shall we follow you in our car?”
Twenty minutes later their comparatively drab Japanese coupe followed Jacob’s Maserati sedan through an automatic gate high in the western hills overlooking Silicon Valley. As the large metal structure slid noiselessly closed behind them, Matthew and Melinda shared a moment’s nervousness as she remarked,
“Here goes nothing...NOT! My god, we are taking quite a chance here, aren’t we? These people barely live in our universe, let alone our neighborhood...but I think we are both way turned on by them, and somehow I feel safe
