“So Cathy what do you look for in a man in the bedroom?” Asked Jason, very matter of factly. At this Cathy blushed slightly and began her respons... stammering, “Oh, erm, I don’t know. I suppose someone who isn’t selfish and so long as we are compatible.” Jason smiled at this and lent over to kiss Cathy. He started to kiss her gently and then probed her mouth with his tongue, to which she responded. As they kissed, she started to feel dizzy, unsure if it was the three wine spritzers she had. I unclamped the wood, turned it by a quarter, clamped it down again and picked up the spokeshave."I'll think about it William," I said as I drew a long ash shaving off the length of wood. I love working with ash because it is so forgiving. You can work the grain in any direction."Thanks, mon," William said. "We be doin' something fine for Susan."I wasn't troubled exactly by what William had said, but it was creeping into some remote part of my brain that these men had known Susan only a few. Youthful exuberance preceded his entrance. Abby was again in her kitchen, pots and pans on the stove and a smile on her lips. She was finishing the obligatory kisses and hugs when he came in. She lifted her gaze and fixed her eyes on his. The smile she'd given her sons grew even larger."Hello, David. How was your day with the boys?"Her voice was friendly, her demeanor open. This was a good sign. Another descent to tears would be difficult to bear.Having an eight year old means, it would seem,. His father and my ex-husband Josh was now stepping up to help raise him. I was about to be promoted to a vice presidency of a large local bank and was in the best physical shape of my life—about to run my first marathon. Ben Sheppard, my first true lover, was a phone call away. Then I met David Butcher. He was a charismatic and handsome graphic artist with an arrogant streak. He was tall and muscular man with red-gold hair that fell across his eyes in a nice way. I liked him. When he took me to.