I went into the women’s locker room and put my gym bag down, starting to undress. I was pulling on my shorts when Kelly burst in, throwing her bag on the bench.

“Now I know why you guys never had kids.” She banged open a locker and unbuttoned her blouse. I sat on the bench, pulling a t-shirt over my head.

“Tara, if you don’t wear a bra, that guy at the desk is going to spend the entire hour staring at you again.” Kelly pulled off her blouse. I glanced down at my breasts.

“Please.” I rolled my eyes. “If I had yours, then I’d wear a bra.”

“So, what could you not tell me on the phone?” Kelly unzipped her slacks and slid them down her full hips.

“Oh, right.” I glanced around. There was no one in our row of lockers, and someone was running a hair dryer around the corner. “It’s about John.”

“Yeah?” She slipped her t-shirt on, pulling her long hair out from under the collar.

I had told Kelly about my search for John’s fantasy life. “Well… I discovered the mystery.”

“And?” She folded her clothes neatly and put them in her bag.

I took a deep breath. “John has been making calls to a phone sex line.”

“You’re kidding me? John?!” Kelly sat on the bench, her jaw dropped. “How do you know?”

I nodded, pursing my lips. “I found the phone bills.”

“Were you mad?”

I shrugged. “A little. But my curiosity got the better of me.” Kelly grinned. “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” I bit my lip. “Ok, so I stayed up to hear him make a call.”

“Did he?” She leaned forward, her eyes bright.

“No, but I found out that I was wrong about him not…” I lowered my voice.

“Masturbating.”

“Really?” Kelly raised her eyebrows. “You caught him?” I nodded. “He was doing it in the middle of the night. I guess I’ve just kind of slept through it.”