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We ate dinner and made small talk. It turned out that Robert and I had
something in common – besides Gary, I mean. We were both hoping to become
journalists.
“Small world,” Gary said, getting up. “Why don’t you two go ahead and
order dessert? I’ll be right back.”
When Gary was gone, Robert leaned toward me. “You look fantastic,” he
whispered. “If Gary weren’t my best friend…”
That was just the start. After dinner we skipped the theater and went
straight to a nightclub. I took turns dancing with my husband and his best
friend. It was such a turn-on dancing with Robert and rubbing up against him
whenever Gary wasn’t looking. But no matter how many times I asked, Robert
refused to slow-dance with me. “You belong to Gary,” was all he’d say.