" "Of course it's Latin. Virgil was a fucking Roman. It's not my fault you're a cultural philistine. Ignorantia non excusat." "If you don't stop being...a bitch and tell me the story, you can do this stupid thing all by yourself. Understood?" "Fine." So?" Fine. You're Orpheus, son of somebody and somebody, recipient of Apollo's lyre which you are incomparably gifted at playing, you were an Argonaut and sailed with Jason, out-seduced the Sirens with your lyre, returned home and married Eurydice,. ’ His voice was husky and she could feel his erection. ‘Jim, I find you extremely attractive,’ she began but she could not continue because he was kissing her. She kissed him for a minute then realized what she was doing and it was not right. She pushed against his chest and pulled her lips from his. ‘Jim, we can’t. Even if we both want to.’ ‘Why not? You know we both want it.’ His hand slowly crept beneath her shirt up to her breast. He squeezed it gently rubbing the nipple. ‘Can’t you see how. But for Becky, this is something the two of us want to do together.”“I’d prefer you didn’t do it here.”“And if I should visit with my wife? Will we need to sleep in separate bedrooms?”“Don’t be flip, Mike.”“I just want to know what the rules are.”“There’s a difference between what you’re doing with Becky and being with your wife.”“So it’s not sex, but the fact that Becky and I aren’t married?”Dad sighed and put down the chair leg, “Come on, Mike. You know it’s true. I KNOW you know it’s. ‘Dad said he wasn’t very enthusiastic about seeing a ‘shrink,’ but he said deep down he knew he needed help. So, he finally agreed to see a Dr. Weisman. Well, the short version of the story is that it helped. He understood the things he could control and the things he couldn’t. ‘Dad had been forced to make some critical decisions about his life and he had to be able to justify them to himself. A few weeks later he said he was able to look in the mirror and see who was really there.’ Ingrid sat.