I'm sorry." "Don't be," my mother said with a sigh. "If he hadn't, you'd never have been born." True enough. But that seemed like a sick way of lookin... at it. And the hint of a tear in my mother's eye told me she didn't see it that way either. "Anyway, if it wasn't bad enough that I hung out with people who smoked and drank and, if you can believe it, sometimes swore, I started dating again a week after Lenny died. In retrospect, I was obviously rebounding. But I thought I was really ready to. She has gained a few pounds and has a slightly fuller figure since the birth of our daughter but to me she will always be the most beautiful woman alive. As we lay together touching and caressing each other, I ask her if she received everything she wanted this year for Christmas. With a slow smile and a twinkle in her eye she told me there was one she hadn’t gotten yet. She wanted a son and I better try my best to give her one. Later that night as she lay curled up next to me I watched her. The blood started pumping and it proceeded to swell. I felt more than a few tingles in my groin given the proximity of these two spectacular rear ends only inches from my nose. The girls were giggling and a bit drunk still when they went into the extra room to change into something more comfortable. I did the same in my bedroom looking for comfortable clothes to relax in. I could hear shopping bags opening and a lot of animated conversation as the two girls retreated. I put on a pair of casual. “I just told Danielle she can go home after breakfast.” “That’s great,” you answer. “Doctor, can we come into your office after we’re done?” Danielle asks. “Sure,” he says. He walks away and the two of you start eating. When you’re done you start to pack your bags. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Danielle asks just before you enter Dr Meyer’s office. “Well, I obviously don’t like it, but I can understand why you want to do it,” you say. “So you agree that just saying thank you is.