" I confess," he interrupted, impatiently, "but I am still an old man. Compared to her, I am a very old man!" Apparently not that old," she smirked. "...erhaps it is only your eyes that are old, because everyone else can see that she is smitten with you!"I will get no sleep tonight, unless I yield, he concluded, and there are many worse things than having a beautiful, pregnant, sixteen-year-old wife."What do you wish me to do?" he demanded."Just be your romantic self," Luisa told him. "She will. Dressed and garnished in Roman gear she looked as seducible as ever and I could not wait to get my body functions erupting with hers. But patience is a virtue sure enough and with Jan an absolute reward because she would want her usual foreplay as much as I and the mere thought of her enjoying her grape and black cherry extravaganza with a side salad of pumpkin juice was definitely not to be missed. I’d just chill as he wanted me to and enjoy her love play, the tease of the balls with a palm. Business. A humorous comfort to each other through the work day. They helped each other out, stayed late to finish projects together. Shared takeout food and war stories. Covered for each other. He talked about his women, she talked about her man. They helped each other through the day, developed strategies and somewhere along the way, admiration. Sounding boards. Over time, though, they became edgy around each other. He stopped having a rainbow of women stories. She stopped smiling when. I agreed.That was about three months before the psych lecture. I kept her secret for those three months and didn't think about it, I was too wrapped up in my own stuff. But that evening, I went to work and afterwards I asked if she wanted to get a drink. She agreed and I suggested that we get a booth. I didn't want to make the same mistake as I had with Dave, I would be up front."So Rita," I said as she took a sip of beer and looked at the television screen. I didn't say anything else."Yeah.