He'd not even told Shelly about that part of his past life.Might be a way to at least start a conversation. But would he able to doit and how could he...get up the nerve?The next morning at breakfast after Sue had left for work Paul and Johnwere sitting at the table eating breakfast as usual. John took a deepbreath and said, "Paul, there's something I need to tell you and it's notan easy thing to bring up but after thinking about it Ibelieve it's the right thing to do. For sure not an easy thing. Her breathing steadied and slowed and she slept.Terry lay awake, too conscious of her body against his, her breasts, her mound against him. He mentally castigated himself for his arousal, so inappropriate in her need for protection. In time, he, too, slept.He was woken by feathery kisses all over his face, the sensation of her hair brushing his face ... her tears falling on his face. "I love you, I love you..." she was whispering, over and over again."I know, sweetheart, I know ... and I love. The moon hung in the air ... and the fresh smells of a new night were intoxicating.I inhaled deeply of that heady aroma.The city howled around me ... crying out the passion and seduction that could be enjoyed by any who desired. Tavern owners opened their doors and tapped their barrels of wine. Whores applied sensual paints to their faces, hoping to catch the eye of a wealthy patron. Beggars filled the street corners ... their hands raised and their heads lowered.The city has readied itself to. But Simone held out her hand. ‘I’ll go after her, sweetie. And don’t let this lot pressure you. It is your decision. The tradition began as a special gift freely given by a bride to her groom. If that ain’t what you want, then don’t do it.’ Jill nodded and squeezed her friend’s chunky hand. ‘Thank you. Now go after her. And call me if you need me. I might be drunk, but I ain’t so drunk I don’t still know those feelings. Tell her I’ll call her next week too, will you?’ Simone brushed a stray.