Hey, its been mostly supportive, and only a little of that 'cripple sympathy' I'm sure you hate." Yeah, I do hate that. You sound like you're familiar...with it." I have a cousin who's a few years older than me. She's been blind since she was five. She got that kind of reaction all the time, especially back when she was dating. I was the sympathetic ear, so I got to hear exactly how much she hated it." How'd she handle it?" I asked."Better than I would have. She was and is a pretty attractive. A small part of her worried that she might not feel the chemistry in real life, but far more worried was she that perhaps she would indeed feel it, but feel too nervous to accept it ... too nervous to say yes.But then things changed, as they do in life. Her visit was delayed, over and over again, their conversations took a pause for a while, and she tried to push it all from her mind. And then there he was, back again, talking to her, telling her what he would like to do to her. Their. He believed she loved him as well, catching a look of warm affection from time to time as she smiled at him. After dinner they went to the front porch and swung gently on the porch swing as they watched a magnificent sunset light up the sky over the mountains that surrounded his little valley. When the sunset faded, and the mountains became shrouded with the blue haze of dusk, they moved inside to the couch, where Jenny cuddled up next to him under his arm as they watched the evening news. " She's lovely" said Ms J. "I couldn't stop looking at her at the bar downstairs." You" I replied, "as well as several others down there as well."The woman and I chuckled but my wife remained speechless.Ms. J's demeanor then changed into a more serious, lustfulness as she looked at my wife who was still seated on the bed."Do be a dear" Ms J said to my wife, "and do stand and remove your skirt."My wife broke her stare at Ms. J and looked at me."Do as you are told" I simply said.My wife, totally.