Bill came home on Thursday and that night they made love. While they were resting up for another go he asked her, “How did it go while I was gone?�...“It went fine, what do you mean?”“You mean to tell me that I left you here alone with Ben and nothing happened?”He could tell that something had gone on and he wanted to know what. “Well, he didn’t want to wait until Thursday and he convinced me to do him early.”“Don’t lie to me; I know more than that went on. Look, I gave you permission to do what. Jesus, what a fucking puzzle.I got dressed, got downstairs, and found him in the kitchen. The coffee was brewing, and he was frying bacon. "Jeez, look at this!" I said. "How domestic!" Mom made sure I learned how to cook. How do you take your eggs?" Sunny side." A guy cooking for us? Jesus. Head, stop spinning. I watched him finish the bacon, then do the eggs. He then served everything-even toast-and poured us each a coffee.We were eating pleasantly, when he said cryptically, "You have until. She would open the diary to the the day's page then sit and stare for many long minutes, the questions repeating over and over, 'How often Beverley? How many times today?"She laid the pen down, closed her eyes and thought hard. Once when she woke up, again in the shower and on the bus to work as that handsome young man stared at her. Once, no twice while on the phone speaking to the hypnotic voice of Gunther, the German Section manager. Twice during the meeting with the section head as he. “I have to hurry, he’s goingto pick me up at 7.” Her hair, long enough to reach her shoulders, was sweptup, exposing her neck. I kissed her there – it’s one ofher hot spots. “Don’t get me started, Bruce! I’m already so nervous Ican hardly stand it.” She looked carefully at me. “Isthis still all right with you?” “Look,” I told her, pointing at my crotch. It lookedlike that old May West joke – “are you.