CHAPTER 1
With her fortieth birthday hurtling towards her, Bobbi Crawford decided what had until now been unthinkable: It was time she had an affair.
She knew if she were caught out husband Deacon and their twins Roy and Rose would be devastated through perhaps not Roy, who at nineteen already had a reputation for being a lady's man. Bobbi hoped that meant a very young lady's man.
Once her guilt diminished Bobbi looked in the mirror and thought her shaggy blonde hair was overdue for highlighting. It had been a little tough coming to the decision to commit adultery, although she suspected Deacon played around. She lifted up her breasts and thought her bra straps would need tightening if she where to hook a guy. She sighed thinking the decisions ahead of her would be simple compared with the momentous decision to stray.
So what now?
She felt embarrassed even thinking about it but decided she'd have to remain positive if she were to get some lucky guy between her legs.
Bobbi frowned. Did guys think women of forty were still interested in doing it?
Hell yes, men weren't that stupid. Or where they?
She called her mom.
"Hi darling," said Jill. "How is management of the family?"
"Fine. Mom do you still have sex?"
There was silence.
"Mom?"
"Don't be impatient. I was considering how to reply delicately. Do you mean with your father?"
"Yes," Bobbi said, her mind reeling. Her mom was indicating in the nicest possible way she had sex with other guys. Her mother!
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
"Because that gives your authority to answer my next question. Would men think women of say forty-five are still interested in sex?"
"Good heavens yes. Men never stop sniffing around until their libido dies on them. Who is this woman in trouble... one of your friends?"
Bobbi made up a name. "Yes Fiona,"
"Oh is she a new friend? I've not heard you use that name before."
"Mom I think Fiona is thinking of having an affair. She's a little older than us and asked over coffee yesterday did any of us think guys would be interested in a woman aged about forty-five who was looking for casual sex?"
"How casual?"
"That wasn't discussed. I'd think perhaps once a week."
Her mom sounded interested and said that was sufficiently frequent to be set up in an apartment and be financially maintained if the guy was well heeled.
"Fiona is married."
"Oh the little slut," Jill laughed. "She sounds fun."
Bobbi said no one in the group had any experience of extramarital sex and were unable to advise her where to do it, although Jo did suggest the bath."
Her mom chuckled and said that must have raised a mini uproar.
"Yes but it didn't answer the question."
"If the guy is experienced at slipping into women on the sly he'll know the hotels that offer rooms on an hourly rate."
"Slipping into women on the sly? Mom I've never heard you talk coarsely like that."
"Well when did you last have a girl-to-girl chat to me about illicit sex darling?"
"Oh I see. Um there's someone at the door."
"It's probably Fiona wanting to have sex with you because she can't find a man."
"But men wanting casual sex are a dime a dozen."
"Your are so innocent darling. You'd find it impossible to believe how difficult it is to nail one. Bye."
Difficult? How could it be difficult? Wherever one looked there was a man almost touching his genitals while watching the ass or back of the legs of some babe walking by or his eyes would be protruding almost out of their sockets as he tried to look down the gaping top of some poor unsuspecting woman's dress. What on earth was so challenging when he must know in almost all cases he'd not see nipples?
Bobbi poured coffee, her hand shaking slightly as she grappled with the thought of men other than her father 'slipping into' her mother. Why would her mom be seeking sex at her age? At that Bobbi was aware she was in uncharted territory. How much did she really know about sex? She could almost justify having an affair as being a reasonable way of advancing her education.
Well enough of those diversions. Bobbi thought of all the guys she must not have sex with. They included her girlfriend's partners, her husband's pals, Rev. Brown, her father and his two brothers, her brother but she wouldn't wish to exclude his sexy wife, men at work, males in her neighborhood. There, that was about it. So who was left?
Coffee cup raised to her lips Bobbi stared at the blank wall in front of her and accepted her mind was just as blank. There was no one left she could have sex with, at least no one she knew and would feel comfortable at allowing him to 'slip in'.
Oh come on, there had to be someone.
She burst into tears, feeling abandoned.
Bobbi reached for the phone to call one of the best advisers in the business, her mom. But dropped the phone when she realized so felt so depressed she'd probably confess to her mom she was unable to have her planned affair because there was no suitable male in her life to do it with.
Ten minutes later Bobbi pulled on an old pair of jeans, a green polo that really ought to be in the wash and an ill-fitting leather vest, deciding to go to the fish market. No one dressed up to go to that smelly place. She entered her favorite premises, King Neptune's. A guy looking slightly panicky turned and said to her, "How do you buy fish?"
For heavens sake who educated men?
"You buy a whole fish, a whole fillet or point to a pile and say x pieces please, x being your required number of servings or simply say eight ounces or any other weight of you choice of fish."
"What choice do I have?"
