. if she wanted to remarry." You didn't?" Kat gasped. "Did you tell her how you feel? About her?" No, but I got her to agree to join that dating servi...e. And I..." You what? How?" my eager step mom therapist asked."We gotta do something fast Kat. Christ, I touched mom's breasts," I suddenly admitted."YOU DID?" she screeched, loud enough to draw inquiring glances from our neighbors.I explained about the bathing suit, the bikini, about how we'd played in the pool, about how her top had come off.. ”“I was hoping she would come with me to the West End and help me improve my wardrobe. I borrowed one of her bikinis yesterday and it made me feel so much better that my ugly one piece.”“Good Heavens, are you corrupting my wife Emilia if so keep it up as it seems to make her happy. Why are you too pissing yourselves laughing.” Of course the reason was that that bikini had not stayed on very long.“Oh forget its just nice to see my two girls becoming friends. Have a ball in London and don't stint. I offered my hand and helped her from the couch.Her heels clicked along on the marble floor to the elevators. She pushed the up button and this time of night there was no wait. An elevator opened for us. We went in and she pushed one of the topmost buttons on the panel. I had a feeling this would be the awkward moment, the silence as the elevator lifted us towards her floor. Strangely it wasn't."Here on business?" She asked, pointing to my briefcase.I raised it up and glanced at it as if I. I, er, I’d better be off, I think. We’ve got work to do, and I want to be alone for a bit before I see Stan this morning, or Anne, for that matter.’ ‘Of course, hun, I understand. I’ll see you later – lunch?’ Denise flashed her a brief smile, nodding before turning away and walking on to her own section. – – – – – – – – – – Stan was a couple of minutes late that morning. He’d had to get up and go home first, which had delayed him – notoriously bad starter as he was. Once again, neither had.