Maggie was slightly younger than my late mother, I couldn't be sure but my guess was late 70s. She'd been widowed many years ago and my late mother ha... mentioned disapprovingly that she had had a "fancy man". Maggie had clearly been a very glamorous woman in her youth as she often talked about places she'd been to and the people she'd met. She reminded me of Bridget Bardot, old but still had an underlying attractiveness. "My legs are killing me" she said as we sat with our cups of tea on the. Now that every businessman or businesswoman carried a mobile phone and was ready to answer even if they were in the middle of shopping, I increasingly feared the worst, that this was not a one-off tryst, but this was time stolen by lovers from our expected afternoon together. I stopped at a service station, copied the text I had received and sent it to her in an email with an added, ‘is it true?’It took ten minutes before my phone rang. It was her.“Harry—”“Answer the question, Gina, is it. But, the scores are final and you made what you made. Now if you would like to potentially work something out then I am open to that,” the man stated standing up moving over to the couch.“What do you mean by that,” the lady stated raising her head and rolling her eyes and neck as the man sat down beside her.“I mean you could probably convince me to change your grade. Look you are an attractive lady and I am a balding old man. I think you could convince me to allow for an extra credit assignment. Personal space. Is that clear enough for you? I don't even have enough space to think!" Well, Honey, I guess I'm a little slow. Just what did you have in mind?" Maybe we should start seeing other people.Baby, things are moving way too fast for me." Well, Joe, things are just moving too fast for me." Geez, Candy. We've been living together for two years. Just how slow do you want to go?" Joe, baby, it's not just the speed. I think, well, maybe we should start seeing others."Wow, look at that.