Separate Vacations — Eric Weber

If you'd been in Mexico that week you might have met David... It hit him the moment he entered the room - the smell of good Mexican dope, the sound of reggae music. The crowd was young, lithe, tanned, beautiful. And yes, as he caught sight of the women who were topless or nearly so, there was the hard, pulsing beat of sex. But what was a rich, happily married architect doing looking for erotic kicks thousands of miles away from his wife and children? If you'd been in Cape Cod you might have met Sara... Here she was on the Cape, with three kids and nothing to do all day but keep house and play tennis. Separate vacations wasn't her idea, in fact, when her husband proposed it she had been deeply hurt. Then one day on the tennis court she discovered what doubles is all about.