We’re running out of opportunities. Will you pick me up early on Saturday and make love before we have to go shopping?”“I think we can do that! ...nd we’re making love Saturday evening after the party. Remember, it ends at 8:00pm on purpose!”“Yes!” she smiled. “Thanks for being so understanding. I’m glad you worry about me, though you have to watch out for being overprotective. Thanks for letting me work through it without trying to stop me. And thanks for making so much time for me.”“You’re. I did not want to leave without voicing some of my feelings."Judy, you lovely, loveable woman," I started, knowing full well that she would not hear me. "I want to thank you for the time you allowed me in your life, - no, - being part of your life." I stopped to collect myself. It was more difficult than I had thought to say good-bye to this woman who, without knowing it, had burrowed herself deep into my heart.After I had calmed down I whispered to her, "I am happy that you have found your. . After a quick, wobbly, almost stuporous walk, I reach the stairs leading up to my apartment. A flight of stairs that on any other day would be a molehill looks positively mountainous. I grab the railing hard for support and pull, trying to augment my legs as much as I can. My calf muscles tighten up and ache. Halfway up the stairs they scream in protest and I now, rather than just holding the railing, am hugging it and leaning against it with all my weight. Slowly, one step after the other, I. A few days after this as I was having a 1 to 1 session with Phil in the den in the evening has he had been pestering me to tell him where I was getting my ideas from, kept telling him it was my imagination but wouldn’t buy that. Eventually told him Sharon was teaching me but he wouldn’t believe that either he thought Sharon would do nothing like that and demanded proof. Of course I couldn’t provide any. The following Saturday as Sharon entered my bed after we had a long deep kiss I let slip.