We became so close. After 3 to 4 months, we would share even intimate stuff by then. One day, while we were talking, I started a talk about the sex li...e. He told me he has a healthy sex life with Shoba. But she doesn’t have much time as she works from morning 7 till evening 6 or 7 pm.He could have sex only once or twice a month. I told him about my life and how Biju was always busy. Then I told him about the day I saw them having sex. He was a little embarrassed, but I calmed him down and said. “But what happens next Summer? When you go home?”“That’s almost a year away. Let’s not worry about that now, OK? You never know what might happen in the future. Birgit’s death taught me that. All we can do is take each day as it comes.”She rose up and kissed me, then snuggled against me once again. We lay like that for another ten minutes, then by mutual agreement, we got up, put on our bathing suits, and went to take a dip in the lake. We splashed around a bit, then went to lie on blankets on. Finally she stood naked before me, though even then she was wavering just a bit as though maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. She was already having second thoughts, so I needed to act, and act quickly here. "Now what?" Well, for one ... drop your hands so I can see your tits mom," I said grinning at her. "And don't be so damn nervous. It's just us girls here. No reason to be shy or inhibited. I'm just going to have a nice close look so I can describe you in exquisite detail for him. Tuesday, work for you?”“I’ll make it work. Thank you.”“Thank you.”It was my third trip to visit Greta Gunther in Ft. Worth. And definitely my last. Ash and I went through the FMC Carswell drill, surrendering cells, his pistol ... emptying our pockets. Ash showed them his case contained only papers.Greta didn’t have to meet us, but I knew she would. A change of pace from one dreary day after another dreary day. A chance to gloat about Matt Striker’s death.Even if I’d had something to gloat back.