"No." What's the matter?" I don't know." Do you have a boner?" Yes." Will you turn around already? It's nothing I haven't seen." Mom, this is embarras...ing." Steven, I saw your boner last year. Remember?" That was a year ago."My mom sighed. "I also see it when I bring in your clean laundry in the morning, when you are still asleep." Really?" I turned my head and looked at her. She stood naked against the door, hands on her hips."Yes. In the summer you don't cover yourself when you sleep," mom. "No. Well, I mean, yes of course. I'm to meet him here." She falters at the open disapproval in his eyes, then startles violently at the warm touch of a mans hand on her shoulder. "It is fine, Jacques. We will introduce her around." The low, resonant voice belongs one of the two men, the rolling r's of his speech, the cadence, magnificently French. Glancing behind her, she takes in the aesthetic features framed by dark hair, high, prominent cheekbones, cold blue eyes, thin, sensual lips, the. The newcomer looks as though he has been ground down by the weight of expectations that he has failed to meet. His shoulders are slumped, his face is numb, and his limbs dangle listlessly. By contrast, the young man from the farmhouse, while not overflowing with vigor, seems to have an quiet mirth to him. It's as if he is in on a joke, that he knows that no one else will enjoy. His gaze is sharp, and he has folded his body to be sitting on a chair that doesn't exist. When he opens his mouth to. You have no idea just how happy you have made us. You created love my man. Love." Then she started crying.I took her into my arms and held her close, "Oh my love, if you're happy, then why are you crying?"She looked up at me with her bright tear filled eyes and asked, "Do you think Martreen has had enough time to train your making love to the other women yet?" I... I don't know. Perhaps. Do you miss Martreen? Is that why you're sad?" I asked as I lifted her chin with two fingers and kissed her.