“Do you know how to play bridge? I know Ronnie does.”April shook her head. “No, I’m sorry, I don’t.”“We don’t get a chance to play muc... any more,” Gloria replied.“What happened to your old bridge club?” Ron asked.“They’re dying off,” Matthew replied. “When we joined, we were the youngsters. No one wants to play bridge anymore.”“You should learn to play hold-em,” Ron suggested.“I don’t like playing cards for money,” his dad said.“Dad -- you’ve played plenty of bridge for money. I’ll bet we can. Thinking of Diane and relationships made me think of the children. We still had social services hanging over us. Zoe my have wound down the inspections, but the whole idea still rankled with me. I would have to speak to Milla about that one too.Next was the gym. I needed to check with the agency about the management positions. I wanted them filled as soon as possible. In particular I wanted at least one filled so I could get on with advertising, processing memberships and general. .. he was afraid that maybe he could.Both fears resurfaced as Bob rode that day. What if he could talk to Dannie, through the old man? What would she say? Would she rail at him for what he’d already done with the girl? Would she curse him? And what if nothing happened at all. What if he got his hopes up, only to have them dashed? He’d already been through nine months of pure agony, with a three day respite, of sorts, while he was with Brenda. That, too, had turned into agony, first when he was. I see you torn between your baser urges and your thoughts, part of you wants to succumb to me and part of you is scared to. I desperately want you, but only if you want me back. I want to seduce you yes, but only if you willingly submit yourself to the pleasure you desire. I offer to help you dress, to change the subject and move on with the night, alleviating your fears; we quickly dress and head to the microbrewery for the festivities. We wisely have decided to travel by cab this evening so.