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blocks from the college. He knew little about sports, and I knew even less about art; so the conversation was strained until Ellen joined us. After dinner, she took a shower, then returned in a low- cut dark blue robe to sit on the floor between me in a chair and Greg on the couch. She was wearing nothing beneath the satiny material that clung to her body, contouring her nipples. I set chips and dip on the rattan coffee table and opened a bottle of white wine for Greg and me and a diet soda for Ellen. There was no mistaking the sexual electricity irradiating between them. Their eyes locked as they exchanged stories of their lives "before Florida." His gaze fell now and then to her bared leg and to the smooth midnight-blue material that exposed the pale