Eventually, Rita slid up next to me in the bed. Neither of us said anything for a long time. I had to ask the question. “Why did you come here this evening?” She took a long dramatic pause, and then she said, “Kathy and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. We always shared everything. We had an understanding that was developed long ago. What’s mine is hers, and her mine? When I got married five years ago, Kathy was my bridesmaid. I noticed her at the wedding rehearsal looking at my future husband with lust in her eyes. I pulled her aside and told her to go for it. He was staying in this same motel. I gave Kathy permission to come over here and spend the night with him. She did. The next day, she reported that he was a good lover, and I was in for a treat on my wedding night.
