My, thought Henry, he looks just like his father, God rest his soul. Gerard was indeed a striking young man. He was tall and broad shouldered, with cu...ly black hair that hung to his nape. His eyes were a stormy gray, and his face was angular in an attractively masculine way. ‘I believe,’ Gerard said, ‘that she wished for a leg of lamb. She wants Cook to prepare it with… something… or another.’ He shrugged. ‘Maybe I should have written everything down.’ Henry chuckled, reminded even more now of. ”“You would have fun sex?”“Yes, don’t you?” I replied a little more forcefully than I meant to.“Well yeah, but...”“I may be a single mother and forty-one years old, but I am not dead yet.”“So you really would sleep with him?”“Yes. I definitely would.” I could not help but smile as I strung my son along in our silly fantasy.“Even if it were just a one-night stand?”“Yes. Even if it were a one-night stand.” I was a little giddy as I waited for John’s skeptical response to his mother admitting that. “Isn’t it traditional to take everything off?” she said. “We’re not teenagers, although God knows we seem like it.” She stood up and her dress hit the floor. She picked it up and placed it carefully over the back of a chair as she headed for the light switch to plunge the room into darkness.“That’s better,” she sighed as she returned to the bed and lay next to me. I was now completely naked but she was still wearing her knickers.Not having found her yesterday’s ones, I went down and smelled her. She hasactually been here longer than I have, eight years. It is amazing. Shelooked like a normal 35-year-old before she went on vacation, and cameback looking like a flipping teenager -- well, almost. All the girlsin the department are going after her to find out how she did it. Themen are just drooling. I mean, one of her sons is a teenager, and shelooks like that? Is that fair?" Look into it for me, and let me know, Harriet. I will consider it apersonal favour."Lois hung up the phone,.