But neither of us recognized that while this was significant for us, it was significant for the other person, as well.In the meantime, I progressed fo...ward in other areas of my life. The older married woman stopped working for me. The reason this stopped working for was she wanted to divorce her husband and marry me. I mean sex with an older woman was sex. Sex is sex is sex. But there was no way on gods green earth I was going to marry a woman old enough to be my fucking mother. This can always. Now I feel so stupid….”“Everyone feels stupid sometimes, or should. Especially when they are into somebody. It doesn’t mean you should stop. Just maybe pause, think about what they want, like long term, but also this weekend.”She moved her lips close to my ear, her breath hot on my neck.“Or even right now…” She let the last words out slowly, letting them linger up to prickle my earlobes. Now it was so obvious that her hands were on the edge of my buttocks, the sheet pulled up enough so that she. He gently caressed my face with his hand. We hung in this magnetic moment of appealing attraction. Each of us stuck with static electricity, neither prepared to move. He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. I flicked it with my pink tongue. That was all the invitation he needed. He kissed me with an intense fiery fervor. As though he wanted to consume me. The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee, the emptiness of the public place and the guilt of my husband all were consumed in that moment.I. ." Matt read the name. "Donald Hebb? I've neverheard of him." But I have," Jamie explained; "He was a professor of psychology: wehad to study his work. 'Neurons that fire together wire together'according to Hebb. It's a little bit simplistic, but not a bad model ofhow the brain works." Okay, wait... he WAS a professor?" Yeah. He retired in the seventies; died in the mid eighties, I think."Jamie"I guess that explains the old typewriter. I must have dreamed my wayback to the sixties..." I think.