His shoulders were broad, muscled from the fact that he swam competitively. His balance and graceful motion spoke of his years of intensive training i... martial arts. Apart from physical fitness there was something else about him though, something indefinable to a casual observer. Gavin exuded a presence, an aura that mixed self confidence with just an undertone of menace.To understand that you would need to know something of his life up until this point. He had recently successfully relocated. There was a look of shock but also one of ‘I wish I was thirty years younger and that was me.” “It’s... not the sex... it’s the...” “Baby making?” Tamzin nodded. “I could get some...” She smiled. “You said yourself that they break on you.” He smiled. “I never saw her again after that. I always wonder...” “You’re terrible, you are.” He smiled at her and squeezed her hand. She knew what was making her ignore all those voices of reason. He had already gone into detail about why he enjoyed. . ,” Ms. Howard continued, everything seemingly back as it should be.“Wait, didn’t the South secede over states’ rights and economic issues as much as about slavery and race?” I heard Chrissy Fairbanks object to Ms. Howard’s opening remarks.Chrissy Fairbanks was a classic case of how a small amount of information, embellished and distorted, can lead to a sincerely misguided person. In this case, it was no shock, as she was a transplanted Mississippian. She had been, no doubt, taught much of her. "Following up a familiar cue, I said. "Easy, Jane was always the prettier one."Teresa had tried to follow the conversation but lacked the vital piece that made sense of the whole thing. Oddly it was me that noticed her bemusement."Paula, this is Teresa or Terry, if she likes you. Teresa works with us at the office." I turned to Terry and continued the introduction. "Teresa, this is Paula, my late wife's twin sister."We could all see the light bulb flash on. "Ah! That goes a long way to explain.