"A lady doesn't point."A young man came over and smiled at us while I gazed in rapture.My wife chuckled as she turned to him. "You know, Henry, all me... are sopredictable. All they ever think about is sex. They want to get theirrocks off. It's all about lust."I looked at Henry. He was my age and handsome in a rough, tough way. Butmore of a male model sort than a construction worker type.My wife took his arm as she sighed. "You know, all they ever think aboutis themselves. They want to dress us. Even though she felt guilty, she did not want to stop.“mmm that is nice,” she murmured.“i am glad that you like me doing it.”Since she became a widow she was always torn between the desire to have the company of another man and the expectations of her traditional up bringing of remaining a loyal widow to her departed husband. She only would know the number of nights she has been lying in bed, tossing and turning, wishing for some one to put his arms around her and warm her up.She did not notice. Just to hear him talk, be near him, see his tanned, questioning face, was fasinating. The more we talked, the more I began to like him, and Andrew and I always converesed. We'd talk about our family, our social life, our life experiences, and thats how we ended up on the subject of my being a virgin. However embarrased I was, because he was so much more experienced and older than I, I still told him about my mediocre life. I was sheltered most of my life, I never took risks or dared to step. He was busily swinging when the chain of the swing broke. Down he went right into the mud and water. When he returned to the classroom he was a mess and Mrs. White, the teacher, said that he would have to change clothes so that his pants could be washed. She took him to the kindergarten class where there were a lot of clothes donated by parents for the children to play dress up. After a few minutes of searching Mrs. White said, "Tim, I am sorry, but the only thing that I can find to fit you.