. it 'seemed' so real.The first night that it happened, had been a week after Jack died. Of course, we hadn't made love for the last 6 months of his l...fe, he was just too sick. That first night I just chalked my dream up to a vivid imagination and my sadness mixed with guilt at having finally lost my husband and lover to cancer.But then came the next night and the sex was even more intense. No matter how hard I tried, I never seemed to be able to tell what time it was when Jack came to me, or. It didn't matter. For the first time in more than two years, I felt just the tiniest hint of optimism. Maybe, just maybe, we had a chance.EpilogueThere are two housekeeping items as I call them. First, Joyce finally told me that she had gone through a cancer scare just before she went on that infamous trip with the other women. She had not told me because she thought I would worry and it would just add to her concerns and fears. The insensitive lout that I am failed to see that and she masked. Like I said, other than height, we were built along similar lines, although I think she filled those shorts better than I ever did.That was when I learned of one other critical difference. She reached into the small backpack she had been wearing on her bike and pulled out a wedding and engagement ring combo. My heart sank as I saw it. She saw me staring and looked at her ring as if she was seeing it for the first time.“I’m not married now, it’s a leftover before my divorce. I wear it now to. But hey, I was horny, and so I responded to hercommand to privately talk to her. She asked me plenty of questions, and Ianswered them honestly (except for my name, age and location which Ichanged slightly). She asked what I was wearing, and I described thefemale underwear that I was wearing. She told me to take a photo andemail it to her (she provided an email address) telling me that if I didthat she would then email a photo of herself in return. I figured, what the hell, I'd do it. I spent 10.