”“You know Mr. Benson?”“Sure I know him mom. He’s been our neighbor forever.”“I mean are you friends with him?”“Sure. I help him wit... stuff from time to time and he has showed me some things.”“What kind of stuff did you help him with?”I helped him get that thing off of the roof just yesterday, don’t you remember and I’ve helped him move some stuff to his shed from his garage and he showed me some things he made out of leather and said he would show me how to make something too if I wanted.”“Yes. Not that I was complaining!After making the bed, I fluttered around our room, straightening a few ofthe new - and quite erotic - artwork we had hanging in our 'loving nook',and then wondering what I should do next. At last I decided I'd cook aspecial meal for us for dinner - make it romantic, so Sue would want tocuddle me. Breathlessly, I got out a cookbook, calming down quickly as Ibegan flipping through, looking for something suitable. I drew up a listof things to buy, then headed out to. We’d better save the money. If nothing else, we’ll need gas to get out of this town.’ He nodded, then kissed my forehead. Instinctively, my lips sought his, and for a moment, my life was filled with nothing but love. …forbidden love. It was indeed an interesting contrast that a place such as this could exist directly across the street from a small church. It was even more interesting that we were here and not there. We were indeed damned, and we had no one to blame but ourselves. My stomach. The problem is Judy has her cell phone with her everywhere. I guess three would do it, no make that four. One for the living room, one for the bedroom, one for the kitchen, and one for her car. She’s constantly talking on her blue tooth when she’s in the car.” “Okay, how long are you going to be there tonight?” Sammy asked. “Well,” I said, “it’s about 2 O’clock now, I have a client coming any minute, that’ll take a couple hours, …..I’ll be here till about 5:00 I guess. I can stay longer if you.