This part of the story is more about my getting discovered and how we dealt with it, leading to our closer relationship. To get Beth’s help in writi...g all this, I promised to include this painful, funny, but less sexy part of the tale so we don’t seem like mindless, sex-obsessed teenage characters in low budget porno flick. Tolerate us for the moment, there is more good stuff to come. After 3 decades some dialogue had to be improvised (sorry) but it does follow all we remember thinking and. .. But at least he’s wondered! I took a sip from my wine. Surely I could just convince him anyway. I emptied the glass and followed Dan outside with the bowls. The brief passing outside didn’t help either. I made a deliberate attempt to at least show some interest by looking at his grey tracksuit trousers and licking my lips. I didn’t care how much of a slag I looked; I just needed to convince him. Hell the alcohol must have got to me. I got no such reaction from him; he just sped right past me. I woke him and said, “Daman that was so wonderful last night, but I don’t know if we should do this again. For now you need to get to Jason’s room so he won’t know that we slept together. I just hope he isn’t awake yet.”Daman pulled on his t-shirt and shorts and I followed him to the door. He peeked out and it looked safe to leave. He walked quietly down the hall to Jason’s room. I stepped out to see how Jason was doing and where he was, and caught just a glimpse of him walking out the back. Are you listening?" He leaned towards her with his hand cuppedaround his ear just in case she didn't understand.Stunned, and still not entirely sure she wasn't hallucinating, shenodded. "I'm listening." Good. So, let's take an example. I wish I had a giant house - subject isme, that is to say you, and object is the house. With me so far?"Sally nodded. She could use a big house."Fine. Next I wish the house could fly. Now that's no good see, becausethe house is the subject but there's no object..