The message, “You know,” carried the implication of the entire sentiment. “U2,” he typed back. It was another chink, he realized. She was in h...r “Home and Family” box. Yet, she had broken through just enough to insure that he knew she loved him. “This sucks,” he muttered, closing the window of his email program. His cell phone chimed and he sighed. It had to be work, he reasoned. Probably a good thing. It would allow him a distraction from his discontent. He checked the screen and saw only a. I guess you could say pure curiosity got to me. When he opened the door I looked at him for a minute. It was when he asked me what when I snapped out the gaze I had into his eyes. Something came over me, and I demanded that he know things about Herbert. I don't know why I said it but it got me into his house. With one quick check outside he slammed the door behind. I started by telling him how horrible Herbert is. He agreed with in telling me that everything he has got has led him to believe. " "And for this you change every man in town?! What the hell were you thinking?!" I was thinking that if he was more of a woman, he'd realize the stupidity of that game." "First off, I know a lot of women who like that game. Secondly, in the grand scheme of things, this isn't that big a deal. Does he mistreat you? Does he fail to do anything else he's supposed to?" "Well, no, but I hear the other ladies talk. None of them like it." "No, and the men don't like the time we take to get ready, or. ” He smiled, eyes sparkling in the low evening sunlight and he quietly said, “of course not Aunty, but you must make your own mind up if you want me to share your bed, and you must invite me yourself after work on Monday…” then he got up and cleared the plates away leaving her open mouthed They slept in on Sunday, had brunch, and generally got themselves ready for Monday, Sunday meals tended to be dinner at about six which is what happened, unusually the full roast, she normally when on her own.