Your divorce was hard on Lana as Miss Donahue can attest. Lana spent many hours with her during that time.”“She did?” questioned a surprised Ang...la. “I didn’t know that. She never said anything to me.”“Nor to me,” Tom interjected.“It’s true,” said the young social worker. “Lana blames herself for your divorce. She said when you guys fought it was always about her.”“That’s not true,” Tom said. “Toward the end there we fought all the time about everything, but I don’t remember ever fighting about. I repeated everything. Both of us fingered one another simultaneously now. We continued it for some time and then stopped. It was a whole new experience for us. Next day when we met we discussed it and decided that this must have some other possibilities also. I asked her if she had seen her brother with the maid again. She exclaimed, “Oh tomorrow is Saturday. Last time also I had seen them on Saturday”, as the elders went to the temple on Saturday. She said she would spy on them. Next day when. Just like in the old days… She stayed until nine and then she left with a wave of her hand. Time to go to bed with the book she’d promised herself! She put on her coat – the evening was not quite as balmy as the day had been – and walked home. When she got there she yawned. She felt pleasantly tired, it had been a long but satisfactory day. She brushed her teeth and went to bed with a novel by Anita Desai – Fire on the Mountain, a present from a good friend of hers who was into India, and. It was so slow and gentle, I thought I imagined it at first. But there is was again, a tentative touch.That’s when I saw her eyes close. My hand went around her neck and I didn’t have to pull her closer, she pressed against me and her mouth opened wider. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and tangled with mine. I wanted so much to just get lost in it, but there still felt like some reserve I hadn’t touched yet. I sucked at her tongue a little and felt her respond as well. She put her arms around.