Thanks to a recent promotion, my wife and I have moved from a completely ungated community where everyone was sad and angry because of the lack of gates to a fully gated community where the residents have been totally warmhearted and welcoming, inviting us to join in their many activities, including the Friday Afternoon Sex Club, an ironic title seeing that the club meets every afternoon except Friday. The trouble is that my wife suffers from Mandelbaum’s condition, which causes her to throw up when having sex, which, in the normal course of things, we “work around,” either by not having sex, or by having it but pretending that we’re not, or by wearing those plastic rain ponchos from Costco. My wife, who tends to trust people perhaps too easily, thinks we should tell everyone, or at least Mr. Lesseps de Lesseps, the Friday Afternoon Sex Club’s coördinator, about her situation. I am not so sure. When I was a youngster, I had bad experiences with rich people chasing us with trained ferrets.