”“Don’t,” I said.“The only thing that would make me be with a man...”“Don’t say it,” I said.“Is ... the sex.”I threw my hands up...– she gave it away. Then her words sunk in and I looked at her again.Sophie had the same perplexed expression.“I was drunk the night I went up to the hotel suite and joined him and his date.” She turned and looked at her therapist. “You see, I’d had a crush on her for ... well, forever. Unfortunately, she didn’t feel the same for me. Yet, I knew if I could be there. ”Willow looked at me and I shrugged.The outing was now a little more amped. His eyes had been two of those watching my hands arouse and expose my bride. The rest of the trip to the reef was just ‘where are you from?’ and ‘what do you do?’ chit chat, but just before entering the water, Brock upped the ante.“Are you going topless again?”It was a bold question to ask a bride on her honeymoon, particularly so with her new husband standing right beside her.She looked at me, “Honey?”There was arousal. The tension feels good but I look down, look up and think how to back out of this conversation. I shouldn’t be discussing testicles with salseros, even in the sexually-charged vibe of the club. He must see my demeanor change and returns to the original subject. ‘ I go online a lot, too. Time flies in those chat rooms,’ he says, eyes panning the dance floor. Though I hide it, I’m annoyed he thinks I do chat rooms. Do I seem like the chat room type? ‘No,’ I say, climbing out on a limb. ‘I’m on. I thought to myself, sounds like fun. Maybe I’ll give it a try.I had been at my brother’s for a couple of days and was able to relax with him and his family, and it did me a world of good. I was starting to think of other things besides what a mess I had made of my life and stopped feeling sorry for myself. And yes, I was beginning to think about sex.Mark’s wife had passed away a couple of years ago, and I remember him being a very attentive lover. Now that he is a widower, maybe we could be of.