With a sniffle, she apologized for interrupting her grandmother's story."That's all right, dear. Your grandfather and I always understood that love is...not just gazing at one another, but also gazing outwards in the same direction. As long as you and your husband are on the same page, your love will be wonderful, almost magical. And that's where this box comes in."Claire's grandmother looked around cautiously and then leaned forward, speaking in a hushed voice. Larry leaned in to hear her. I stepped past Renée and whispered, "Gotta go." I nodded to the bathroom and she nodded her understanding. She walked toward the bed as I closed the door.Usually in the mornings I grabbed a shower, shaved, brushed my teeth and relieved my bladder although not necessarily in that order. That morning the bladder got first dibs and I still had a boner. I knew I would have to relax a little first, but when I removed my shorts, my poker was standing out farther than it had the night before. I looked. The man winked with a sly smirk, then joined a group near him to exchange pleasantries. I exhaled heavily. Had I been holding my breath the whole time? And more importantly, was he looking… And winking, at me? Who even was he? ‘Clara, dear, so good to see you!’ Here we go again. I turned to face an elderly woman in an overly-sequined shirt. ‘Oh, hello-‘ Damn, what was her name? ‘… Ma’am! Good to see you as well.’ You can never go wrong with polite recognition of authority. The conversation. " I didn't see Simone until eleven that morning. She said Christine and her had done some shopping and taken care of a few lady things. It was too late for breakfast, so we had brunch. Simone sat opposite me. She stared at me taking off her glasses. What do you think when you see me like this?" I took a second look because quite frankly, I hadn't seen her as a woman, just a secretary. At a second glance, she was wearing makeup. Her hair was different. It was as if she had been to a hair.