She confessed to Judd that she saw other men. But he was on the road so often and so long, and she’d get stir-crazy at home with the Old Crab hanging around and grousing, and handsome saps were always noticing her, and she just liked to have a good time.
She’d gotten into a navy-blue silk kimono after their afternoon sex, and Judd was sitting up in the Waldorf-Astoria hotel bed with the New York Times crossword puzzle. With more wonder than jealousy, Judd let the newspaper fall and asked, “Who?”
“Oh, lots of fellas.” She grinned. “I’ve been on more laps than a dinner napkin.” Seeing his vexation, she said, “Don’t worry, Loverboy.” And she smiled as she used his language, “There’s no one besides you that I have congress with.”
