The next thing I knew, she was heavily involved in her quilting that she had done as far back as high school. We would have used her quilting room for...a baby’s room. That was part of my diatribe. She went in there to quilt and I would watch TV. She would talk with her friends and meet with them. I would watch TV and drink. I became cold and she let me shut her out.“Your divorce made her mad at me when I took Mom’s side without talking to you about it. She wanted me to talk to you and I refused.. Just asthe hero moved in for a final blow, he felt his sword turn incrediblyheavy and he dropped it.The troll had a stupefied look on its face. He seemed to be confusedabout something. But being a stupid creature, it couldn't think veryhard, and its thoughts returned to smashing that tiny human, no matterif it looked different now. It started to rise its club to take a goodswing at the hero.The hero had dropped his sword. He felt really weak suddenly. Hesuspected he might have been poisoned. "Let's go shower." Okay!" I said, thinking I sounded like an excited little boy sometimes since I've been around Jo. I stood up., caught her when she stood, kissed her."I didn't know what I was missing, not having you, Stoney," she said."You are so darned perfect, Jo," I said."Because I worship you?" she asked."That would be one of the signs," I said."And you worship me," she retorted."Absolutely." Then we absolutely must be married," she said. She pushed me back towards the hall and the. Her touch was so gentle yet so startling I twitched as ifI had touched a live wire. I stared in fascination as her long darkfingers moved across my pale skin. Pushing my legs apart, she began torun her fingernails in long slow strokes along the insides of my thighs.'Jamie, my little boy queen.' She whispered, 'Look at me'I dragged my eyes away from her fingers on my thighs and looked into hereyes. She held my gaze and I felt she was looking into my soul. Thelonger I looked into those eyes the.