I laid in my bed, thinking about the date, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face.I called Gemma on Sunday to let her know once again that I had a ...ice time. Monday morning, I waited at the door to the school for Gemma. When she arrived, I gave her a little hug and grabbed her hand, walking her to her locker. At lunch, we sat together with our friends, who gave us a hard time about being a new couple. Gemma was blushing, but I just sat there with a happy knowing smile on my face.I took Mom's. ”I didn’t do anything.“Well?”“Well, you gotta go get it if you want to see it.”Nervous, now. Not so sure she wants to do this. But looking at her face I see that she’s thinking she might be missing an opportunity that might not come back for awhile…“What do I do?”“Unbuckle my belt.”She hesitantly reached up and slowly unbuckled my belt.“Unsnap the top of my jeans.”More surely now, she reached up and unsnapped my jeans.“Very slowly, pull my zipper down all the way.”Hesitation here. Looked at. Which is why I said that it might be best not to meet at his place.”“But would you like it to be more than just dinner?”Why was I continuing to torture myself? I was fascinated by how my wife had changed. I also seemed to be finding that the pain of asking was rather exquisite. I didn’t know why.Maggie was thinking before she answered. I was determined not to break the silence.Maggie spoke slowly and carefully.“I’m trying to think why I find it so difficult to answer. I feel that for years. I was 22 at the time and liked the confidence of older men and despised the insecurity of boys. I liked being out in the world with my best friend Wendy, who was 13 years my senior, and all the pleasures that it held. Miss Marlene explained to me about Jody's mom passing and that she was all the family he had. I felt sorry for him but I couldn't help thinking "would it kill you to look me in the eye!" I said goodbye and left. the next day I went over to return the crock pot that I had borrowed.