Who am I to argue?"Okay," she finally said, grabbing my hand, "let's go for that walk."I thought I would be nervous leaving my office naked that first...time; I figure I look more like Danny DeVito than George Clooney, but Marsha apparently doesn't agree. What was I saying about body image? Maybe it was the euphoria I was still feeling from our quickie sex, or maybe it was my naked wife holding my hand, I don't know. Whatever it was, though, I found it easier than I thought.We walked around the. ”She answered with a shy smile that made me want to kiss her. Instead, I set up my easel and began to sketch while she wandered around the field as if trying to reacquaint herself with it. Nothing had really changed. The spring was still there, the wildflowers, the swing still hung from the oak. Nothing had changed. Only, it was different. She was different. So was I and, no matter how much I wanted it to be exactly like as it was, it could never be and I think I was okay with that.I lost track. “Nothing to worry about, Sweetie.” My lips soft and my breath hot on her ear. “ This is going to be fun.” She felt my mouth on her cheek, with a gentle tug I sucked in a delicious bit of her skin, held it for a moment and then released. “Entre mes amis, entre s’ils vous plait” She could hear movement and in her heightened state of awareness. It was difficult for her to breathe. In a hopelessly inadequate attempt at modesty, she crossed her arms trying to cover her jutting nipples. For a moment,. Lots of people both buy and sell. Anyway, John was one of those who bought new, and only had so much room in his apartment. I’ll swear that was the only reason he ever sold. Of course, that meant that I only got the books that he liked least. Still, tastes vary. Anyway, he wanted to sell books, and I told him what I know. Considering his different tastes, it wasn’t a whole lot. People who drive far to his store sometimes come in here, too. Most times not, but I’d never see any of them if he.