“I have to admit, for an older man you’re almost in my league.”Jack’s eyes popped open at that comment, and he turned his head to face her, to...find her smiling back. “Older man? Almost in your league?”“Well, Jack, really, you are well past your prime, aren’t you?”Jack rolled his eyes. “I ought to spank you, but I’m too tired and you’d probably enjoy it.” Becca laughed at that, and Jack rolled over and sat up. “Come on. The house is a disaster. We need to dress and clean up.”Becca groaned at. Our relationship grew stronger, and our sex life was wonderful. I’m not going to say we had sexual intercourse every night, but we had some form of sex four to five times a week. Which was more than I had in the last couple of years since my wife died.It was the 4th of July and she had a party to celebrate and watch the fireworks. There were maybe fifty or so people at the party. We had a big cook out with plenty of food and booze. One thing she did make was different flavors of jello mixed. "I'll tell you anything you want to know," grinned Steve as he grabbed Gwen and pulled her tight to his body and kissed her."That seemed awfully easy!" complained Ashley. "Aren't you supposed to be tortured for a few weeks before you spill your guts to your masochistic interrogator?" I've been away from Gwen so long, it already feels like torture," replied Steve. "The President has ordered her to help me with the R & R. She's in for a busy few days." Bring it on, Big Guy! I'm a loyal American. I was dead. That's what everyone believed, and she couldn't put her life on hold forever."You're right, I guess, it's just ... I have thought about you a lot. I played our reunion through, so many times in my head."We just sat and avoided eye contact for more than a minute. This was so awkward it was painful. There was nothing she could say that would make me not feel pain, and nothing I could say that wouldn't just be an attempt to make her feel guilty. There really isn't forgiveness in this.