Monica Fontana’s husband, a surgeon in upstate New York, wanted her to accompany him to his annual physicians convention. In previous years, they went together to Honolulu, San Diego, Las Vegas, New Orleans, or Austin. This year it was Orlando. “I hate Florida and I hate Orlando. I won’t go.” No amount of pleading would work on his headstrong wife of 20 years. “Let me go to a place I want to visit, like Trinidad or Barbados.” Her husband raised his eyebrows slightly. He was aware that Ruth regularly enjoyed the company of black college boys. He saw the photos on her computer that she sent to her lovers: selfies of her baring her tits or showing her shaved pussy. He also saw the photos that the boys took of her as they had sex with her in various college town hotels. He had his own liaisons with various young nurses and he surmised that she knew about them, as he did hers. Neither wanted to bring up the subject. A Mexican standoff, so to speak.