She started typing out a setting, the room, the mood, music, lighting. None of the things that really mattered to her, but a start on a story, at leas.... She paused again, then realized part of what the problem was. She simply wasn't in the mood at all. Looking to the time, she checked to see how long it would be before he got home from work. Catching her lower lip into a nibble of teeth, she contemplated before giving in. A hand sliding down between her thighs, she looked once more to the clock. Call it Pavlov's Heels.After ten minutes, Debbie started getting jumpy. "How long is this going to take? Are you getting anywhere? Are they still transferring data?"Finally I told her I think I have something that might work."See if you can follow me on this. We set up the firewall to send the logs to this router." I said pointing to prototype wireless router I had on my desktop. "It's a special, high powered, wireless prototype. I can reach with my laptop computer from anywhere in the. We have no secrets from each other. When we talked about the risk that she took, she pointed out that I also would be taking a risk because if we are to live in the same house together, assuming Julie agrees I would like to have sex with you.”“Yes, I had expected as much.”“Good. Marg asked me if I would be going on the pill as well.”“Sounds like a reasonable question.”“I told her that I didn’t want to. I told her that I have been thinking of having a child of my own, one that Marg and I raise. Smaller and fewer rooms, lower ceilings, less luxurious appointments; yet clean, tastefully furnished, and with everything in its proper place, an ordered repository for the odds and ends collected inadvertently by the living and dying. In the foyer, Grandma Christy took Jessica's cashmere coat, and set it on a bannister, in plain view. As she took her own coat off, she bashfully appraised Jessica, from the girl's glossy black shoes, to her skin tight black silk cocktail dress, to the charm.