“Oh. Divorced?” she said. “Aunt Phyllis never told me that part.”She abruptly turned and began to wander around the room. “So, what would yo... tell me if I asked you to describe yourself to me?” she queried from across the room.Before I could answer, she continued. “Would you tell me that when I look in your eyes, I see a man who has lived many lives? A man who has seen far more than his share of hurt but through it all is still able to love someone?”I slowly sat down on the sofa that was behind. Brenda seemed Ok with it and Peggy teased me in front of Brenda for my Puritan ways; as she put it. I quite often had to wait for them to go into the house to hide my erection when I got out of the tub.After we got back home I concentrated on running the business for three weeks. I hit a spell where we wouldn't be starting any new projects and everything was running as most construction projects do; like a minor riot. I called Bob Cassidy and explained what I wanted to do about the farm and he. "Her teeth are straight." Yours will be, some day." He put his phone away."I was talking to my mom," she said."About what?" About us. Mom said the real test of a man isn't how he makes love but how he makes amends. Mom thinks a man can't help but hurt his woman. Men are by nature selfish and self-centered and they don't think through their actions. It's built into their biology. What counts is how he makes up for it." So -- we can't help but screw up." That's what Mom thinks." What have you. "Imam Faraj, sir...I...umm...I just..." Amber stumbled to say, now unsure of herself in the moment, afraid now to make the bold move she had so carefully planned and dreamed of."It's all right child, take your time. I have all the time Allah sends to listen, my dear." the deep, warm tones of the Imam's voice washing over Amber, soothing her nervousness."Oh sir, I just wanted to thank you for putting up with me for the last few weeks, for letting me bother you." Amber blurted out excitedly,.