She told him of the loss of her job and finally the bank had taken back the home that she and her husband had been buying. "I have slid down the slide...of despair many times Graham", she sobbed. "I'm now living in a very low market caravan and virtually taking each day as it comes"."You didn't remarry?" he asked. She shook her head, a minute passed before she continued. "I have found no man that could replace Barry. I miss him, not only his presence but his intimacy, he made me feel a wanted. She nodded, but it was a nervous nod. For some reason I felt uneasy.“Yes,” she said. I slid the ring gently onto her finger.“Marian, when we were in high school. I thought I loved you; now I know I do,” I said. “I trust you. There is nothing else more important than that, nothing.” She nodded.“I know,” she said. “I know.”We didn’t shack up together that night, and I’m not sure why. We did make a date for the following Thursday August 24th 1995, I’d be switching with Hank so as to go to the. At one point in the evening I excused myself to go to the bathroom, I walked in and my uncle David was in there using the toilet, he slightly turned as I walked in and my eyes did not know where to look, I quickly shut the door and said loudly “sorry uncle David!”. I walked down the corridor before I could hear him reply and ended up just laughing to myself. As I walked back, I saw him coming out of the bathroom, he turned and saw me and smiled, he stood to the side of the bathroom door,. Lynnette and I took a shower together. I was so infatuated with her entire body, the thickness, the curves...I washed her body and washed mine. I know we were both thinking as we bathed in silence..."what do we tell Sarah?" Our third date, was to take place tomorrow night. Then Lynnette spoke "I have to tell Sarah." I knew she was right but I had to ask the obvious "What about us then?" Lynnette looked sad and tears formed in her eyes as she shrugged. My curiosity got the best of me, I had to.