Why this? Why now?” Tom traced the outline of Mary’s brow, her lips, with his fingertips.“Because, lately when I want something, or someone, I g... after it. I know I already love you Tom. I’m not asking for a lifetime. Just this, right now.” Mary held Tom’s face in her hands and kissed him. Lightly at first then letting her tongue trail the seam of his lips. As his mouth opened on a moan Mary let her tongue glide inside and explore. Dancing with his. Touching and tasting. Letting her tongue. I hoped he’d speak first but when he didn’t I said, ‘My rose smells very nice, thank you.’ It didn’t sound like my voice. I heard his voice then say, ‘My rose will not fade.’ Many questions floated through my mind but I dared not voice them. He said, ‘What is it about Thursdays that brings you here?’ Did he say ‘Thursdays,’ plural? How did he know that I often came on Thursday? I was here other days too, but Thursday was a more regular day. The revelation slowly dawned on me that he must. Don't you know that no matter where you go, you're there? It is about what's inside of you, not where you live." Do you want me to be a slut again? Is that what you want from me?" Fuck no! I want you to be a wife and a mother. I want you to start enjoying life, not just living. As far as sex goes, of course I want to make love with you. I want to feel the intimacy that a husband and wife should share."Sarah started to cry again. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed, "I don't know how to. ‘She’s convinced you are having a good time with your new girlfriend.’ ‘Oh, she may well say so – but I don’t think she really believes it. She er – she may be a little vindictive, I’m afraid. But that’s just her nature, you know.’ ‘All well and good,’ Molly said as she stepped inside, ‘but one’s nature is not a free pass to do as one pleases.’ Jaime showed her into the living room. He’d put his stuff in boxes along one wall and there were a table and three chairs in the centre of the room. .