Both snapped shut as her head bowed. A moment later, she raised her head again and opened her vacant eyes to meet Troy’s. ‘I trust my best friend ...ith all that I am,’ she responded dreamily. Troy smiled and cradled her cheek in his left hand as she gave the response to the trigger. ‘My mind is yours to do with as you wish, Troy.’ He took her right hand in his own. To anyone looking on, they appeared to be just a loving couple having a personal conversation. ‘Go deeper and relax, My Love,’ he. " But it wasn't my fault she just picked up the phone, she's so desperate to talk to you," Whined Jane."Your problem, not mine," I snapped. "Maybe you should explain to her that the best thing for her to do is to give me some space for a while, because every time I hear her voice I get angrier."After I slammed the phone down, I stood back and just breathed. I let all of the tension out and thought about my marriage and where I could have gone wrong. We'd been married for 8 years, and I loved. I agreed to undergo sperm aspiration again, even though I remembered it wasn't the most pleasant experience. Shortly after our decision about Kristina, Katie and Reagan had asked me if I would willing to also set aside some additional sperm in case we decided to grow our extended family again in the future. That way I wouldn't have to go through the procedure in the future. I agreed it sounded like a wise idea. So, we were in the midst of one of those intense romantic sessions when Katie. His body was not grandpa either, he was borderline built. You could see the muscles ripple across his back and in his arms, and his stomach was tight. There was even a hint of a six pack.I saw him smile once, surprised at his straight white teeth. He saw me looking and the smile immediately disappeared.He would come in, talk to the bartenders for a minute, then sit down. He drank three beers in two hours on average. He always had a book or magazine in his hand. How he could read when the crowd.