" But we tried to find it once.." Well we just found it now. And much too directly, and I am sorry I hurt you." Well, it didn't exactly hurt. It was j...st too much... something. I'm sorry I yelled." That describes a g-spot exactly. A direct assault is too much something, mostly like pain. Do you trust me?" What do you mean?'"Come try something with me. I think you will like it." Oh god. Okay. Just don't do that again." Okay." I stood up and pulled her to her feet. She simultaneously kissed me. "She came to me this mourning telling me my attackers died, obviously you know." Jennifer says.I nod."Sharon came to tell me." I say.Jennifer nods slowly."So you just found out too." Jennifer says."I never said I just found out." I saySharon is shaking her head at me."Its okay Sharon the cats out of the bag already" I say."Dad." She says, I see the warning in her eye."Have I ever misjudged someones character." I ask Sharon."not in my lifetime." She says, its a back handed barb.Jennifer is. My husband played it off by saying, "That's not a big deal anyway." He went on to say, "Showing your pink lips and hole, now that's fucking flashing." The definition of flashing that my husband envisioned was much more explicit than I was thinking. His words planted seeds that would soon come to bloom for I desired to sexually grow if the opportunity presented itself.This past fall on the way to a wedding we were running late, which was nothing new for us. I had no choice but to finish dressing. ” It was those final two words as they ended the call that intrigued me. How could she possibly say that she loved him after what we had done?She stood in a daze in the centre of the bedroom, staring into space, clutching her phone to her breast.“Good news?” I asked, breaking the spell.“Yes,” she replied blinking in my direction, “very,” she added, trying to process whatever information she had just been given.“Go on then,” I pressed, making her laugh out loud.“Even if I told you, you probably.