More and more I'd found myself opening up to him, revealing more of my inner wants and desires to him than I had to anyone, even my late husband. Not ...hat it was a one-way street, he would share his hopes and dreams with me, and from them I got the impression that he was a sensitive man in real life. Only I had no idea how old he was, nor did he ask me my age, the one time I'd raised the matter of age his reply had been 'Does it matter how old we are?', and of course he was right, we were never. I’d be disappointed if he didn’t. But this isn’t happening.”Second base. She’d gone from completely opposed to my “pervert” idea to being playful about it.She dressed for him that day at the state park. For me she’d wear jeans, sneakers, and a woman’s tee. For him she chose culottes, a sleeveless blouse, and sandals. Willis’ opinion of her had become important. I could see that.He dressed up, too. Dockers, polo shirt, canvas walking shoes. The two of them matched. I was odd man out. Jeans and. As they stood there for an uncomfortable few seconds, just staring at one another, the bell signalling the start of the tournament rang out. Their eyes simultaneously jerked towards the small computer screen. ‘I know, I know. Your important tournament is starting’, Grace spat out, almost contemptuously adding, ‘Good luck.’ A few seconds later she had reached the door and he watched as it swung closed behind her. He hated them parting after an argument, but as the cards hit the screen, he had. Mind you, not as hot as his wife. I can see what you saw in her. Lakeland must have something wrong with him if he needs to go to places like Urban Tiger to get his kicks. And you know what else?''What?''He's got at least two other women on the go. I know about the young blonde bit, she works at the club and was all over him after she finished her shift. But I think he's banging his secretary as well.''What makes you think that?''She's twenty-one, can't type, doesn't do shorthand and is.