I'm sure I can trust Matt… after all, Mona, Matt and I all went to high school together. It's not like they're complete strangers or anything. Of course, they talk but I'm sure that's all there is to it."

Privately, Jean didn't feel as confident about Mona Allan as she sounded to Harriet. She herself had heard stories about wild private parties that Mona and her husband Jeff Allan gave, and she had always discounted. Now that she thought about it, Mona Allan had been a slut when they were in high school together. It was common knowledge that Mona had had sexual adventures beyond the normal experiences of girls her age.

"Well, Jane, if you choose to close your eyes to it… I guess that's your business but if I were you I'd certainly keep an eye on Matt… he's only human you know and when that woman sets her sights on someone she doesn't rest until she's got another scalp to add to her string of conquests."

"Oh, surely you're exaggerating Harriet."

"Well, not really. I wasn't going to tell you… but… last night when I went down to get my John from the pool room I passed the laundry room and went in to pick some washing I'd left down there… and..," she paused, dramatically, "who do you think was in there?"

"I can't imagine… stop trying to stretch out this story, Harriet."

"Mona and Matt that's who… he asked her if she needed any help taking down her clothes and she informed him that he could take down more than that if he was so inclined."

"Oh, come on, Harriet, Mona was probably just trying to be funny."

"It was really funny, I agree, especially when she put her arms around him and kissed him… they broke apart when they saw me, of course

"I trust Matt and he was only trying to be helpful, I'm sure."

But inwardly, Jane was not so sure at all. Lately their relationship had been less than perfect. Jeff was having a lot of trouble with premature ejaculation and Jane was feeling horny and frustrated.