Ms. Sturm has agreed to help me in this matter and part of our agreement requires me to learn more about my body's reaction to sex. I am also fantast...cally curious to know how well I perform sexually and I have been told that you are an expert in the matter" she said making sure she kept her eyes focused on his."Well, a little mercenary, but honest. And the flattery of me is nice also. So are you looking for a few quick lessons or do you want to build towards a longer lasting relationship?". We spend the rest of the evening cuddled together on the sofa watchingtelevision before heading to bed just after 11pm- though it is a longtime before either of us get any sleep.Chloe is still cuddled close to me the following morning when I'm awokenby the sound of banging outside- and it takes a few seconds for my tiredbrain to realise that the banging is coming from our front door."Who's calling round at this time on a Sunday morning?" I grunt as Igently unwrap Chloe from around me and pull. "I know never to bother before noon." It could be 7 a.m. today, buddy," I answered. "What's up?" I'll tell you when you get here," he said. There was an edge to his voice. "This is not telephone shit."I sighed. Will this crap ever end?"Half an hour," I said and hung up.I made sure Amelia knew the rules — and the ramifications of flouting them. She assured me that she would behave. She have been golden so far, so I cut short the lecture and headed outside."That's it?" Amelia said. "That's all. She played with the wonderful wriggling ball of joy, changed the diapers and cooed and gooed and kissed the wonderfully fat cheeks and relished the awesome look of wonder she had almost forgotten from seeing it in her own children’s eyes. She was Grandma now and oh how wonderful it was. She was 67 years old. The world small below her window stretched out like a living map as they flew. The beach, the sand, the sun, together they reveled in it. She was new again, life seemed like it had just.