We started having wine and chatting.“How long have you been single and how is your sex life?” she asked once we had gotten a little more comfortab...e.“I have been single for about 4 months and haven’t had any action for a couple of months.”“I haven’t had any action for a long time now.”“Don’t you do it with your hubby??”“Our sex life is not very exciting.”“Ah, that’s sad.”“I know, but how come you don’t have a girlfriend? You’re good looking and cute.”“Thanks”, I said smiling at her. “I just do. Something was up with her that she wasn'ttalking about. He almost asked what was going on with her but he stoppedhimself. Well, it wasn't his business in any case. Instead he saidgruffly, "It's New Year's Eve, girl. Of course I can use the extra help." Thank you, Sir!" Impulsively Robyn hugged him. He returned the hug for abrief moment then he stiffened and cleared his throat. She stepped backand said shyly, "Well, great then. Let me go change into my uniform." Be quick about it, girlie,. As we sat down, she said, ‘You must both be thirsty after the drive. Coffee?’ ‘Oh yes please,’ I smiled. Philippa pressed the button on an intercom unit that sat on the oak coffee table in front of the sofa and said, ‘Mrs Jenkins, would you be a Dear and bring coffee for three to the lounge, please?’ A tinny voice replied,’Of course, Miss. It’ll be five minutes.’ ‘Thank you.’ Then she turned to me and started talking and talking aaand talking. For twins, the difference between them was. I need this." I cut her off. Her mind's still going a million miles an hour.I kiss her softly and stroke her hair. She kisses me. We look into each other's eyes. She's starting to relax a little.I take her hand in mine and interlace our fingers. We lie facing each other, not saying a word. Our eyes do the talking. We kiss when it feels right.This is not about sex.This is about intimacy. About being close to the one you love. Together. Just the two of us. Our quiet secret special.