Further Lane. Mr. Marvelous from Bedford arrives just in time for dinner. His host, Charlie, has been divorced for five years. He's invited some men and some women in their thirties to early forties. Mr. Marvelous sits next to a woman named Sabrina: tliirty-two, breasts spilling out of a black Donna Karan tank top. Mr. Marvelous gets her drinks, is sympathetic about
go to Stephen's Talk House in Amagansett to meet some friends. Mr. Marvelous offers to drive her car, she might be a httle drunk. They end up at Sabrina's house at three in the morning.
When he walks in, her girlfriend says, "If you've got any kinky ideas in your head, you can just forget them right now." She lies down on the couch and turns out the light.
Later, about five in the morning, Mr. Marvelous begins feehng claustrophobic. Sabrina's house is tiny. He can hear her friend snoring on the couch just outside the bedroom door. "I'm going out of my mind," he thinks.
Monday. Mr. Marvelous calls Sabrina, whom he just left an hour before. Her machine is on. "Do you want to come to the beach?" He goes to Media Beach, meets Carrie and Mr. Big. Then he spots an attractive blond with a cocker spaniel. He walks up to her and starts playing with her dog. They get into a conversation. He thinks he's getting somewhere when her boyfriend walks up. A big, hulking guy with an overdeveloped chest and short legs. Mr. Marvelous returns to his towel. Samantha Jones is there, sitting with Carrie and Mr. Big.
The girl and her boyfriend walk up the beach. When the blond passes Mr. Marvelous, she turns and waves.
"See? I told you she was interested. Really interested," Mr. Marvelous says.
"In you?" Samantha asks. She laughs meanly.