Listen to Jean.

I sit by her and patted her back a little. Talked in a soft calming voice. “It’s okay.” I keep saying. It is the only thing I can think of to say. I have no idea if it is or not. It will have to do “Jean, you are all wet. From the rain" I can see Kira silently is going on? You are going to have to talk to me.” l say as you grab her small shoulders and try to pull her up. Her shirt is soaked, with no bra. She really was in a rush.

And cold.

Jean raised her head up and wipes her face off. Tears and a little slobber for the sobbing. She doesn't look good.

“Oh …ok, ok..oh Honey. Let me get a rag really quick. I will right back.” I say as my heart goes out to her. Leave her with the glass of water and run upstairs and grab a rag, pushing Kira upstairs, throwing her clothes at her. I get to the upstairs bathroom wetting it down before I go back down.

"What is going on with her." Kira ask she is throwing on her clothes.

"No idea," I say " but I think she thinks. I am some sort of... she think's we had sex."

Kira's turn dark. "So," she says with a good amount of annoyance in it. "Would that be a bad thing? You had sex with your neighbor's wife. knew for like ten seconds."

"First of all," I say gritting my teeth "that is also my neighbor. The man doesn’t get the title just because it has a dick. Second, Yes that was a thing. I just,..."

Then it hit me but I had to deal with a crying neighbor. "Stay here," I said kissing her on the lips. a peck but still a choice was made.

She has sat up on the couch by the time you get back, legs folded up. Head still slumped, messy hair hanging every which way. Her shirt hanged gently from her thin frame. It’s was almost see through, and I stared. Her lovely breast hung from her body small and had perk but still enough hang off the body. It was a beautiful treasured sight I thought. Only a few people get to see that sight and less than that will miss it. I am going to keep that moment for me. It made you feel special to be with her.

“You win Annie,” she said weakly as you walked over to her. “You are better at everything. You win.”

I hand her the washcloth and sat down next to her. “What… what are you talking about?”

She wiped her and leaned back on the couch. She wiped her face and neck sat up and looked at me for the first time. “You win,” Jean said “My husband wants you more than and your husband is terrible in bed." She sniffs "So, you win. He can’t stop talking about you. Annie this. Annie that… Annie doesn’t suck like that... You need to get lessons from Annie...I can’t do it anymore and Carl doesn't even show up anymore” She said as she started to cry again.

“OH whoa. I didn’t.” I mutter. I needed to know a lot more if I was going to help her at all. I let her have another little moment. There is a lot of stuff I apparently didn't know.

“I just want him to be happy.” she continued on the edge of another breakdown as her register started going up in the upper octaves . “He hasn’t been going to work these past couple weeks. Just going to over to god knows the house and… Carl tells me has had sex with EVERYONE in the office. And they go out for lunch and do things with a woman there….” she continued. " they tape it. It's all weird.

Wait, what?

This was all news to me. Carl never told me any of this at all. “I thought. It was supposed to be just us….At when Carl had this idea in the first place…that why we went to that club... And met you….” you are stumbling through this. Like a spoken stream of consciousness. Things are starting to make sense

“Wait” Jean interrupted me seemingly gaining her composure back… “Carl? No… this was all Fred’s idea. He suggested it to Carl. I was there”.

Surprise.