” “Are you going to work then?” wondered Quentin. “Well, of course. And you? Back to the City?” Quentin wasn’t sure how he should answer. ...e wasn’t very sure exactly where he worked. “We’ll see each other again, won’t we?” he asked hopefully. “I guess so, although my husband won’t like it, I’m sure.” “If, of course, it’s the same husband as yesterday…” Vivienne frowned. “You what?” “I mean, you don’t know who it might be today. It could be anyone.” “Could it?” asked Vivienne, genuinely puzzled. Any resemblance between this story andany actual person, living or dead or with a religion is coincidental.The story contains mature subject matter.If you would be offendedbythese, please don't continue!Chapter oneWith a deep sigh I look out of my bedroom window. It promised to be abeautiful day, but not for me. Within three hours I have to go to theChurch together with my family for the first time since my specialblessing by Pastor John.The morning cold shivered my body while I'm standing in. So did Ben.” He grinned, stood up, and went out the door. He returned moments later with two bottles. When he returned, I was still in the kitchen working away though most of the work was done.“What’s with two bottles?”“I thought you might like the Teacher’s. If that continues to be true, I thought I would ply you with a Rusty Nail.”“What’s a Rusty Nail?”“It’s a drink made with Scotch and Drambuie. I particularly like it made with Teacher’s.” He poured two drinks of a finger each of the. Neal acted a bit strange around me, and he kept glancing at my body.After we walked away from Neal, Jeff asked me, "How did it feel?" Uncomfortable," I said."Well, you have two choices," Jeff told me. "You can ignore it and stay uncomfortable, or you can embrace it." What do you mean, embrace it?" I asked.Instead of answering, Jeff asked, "What made you uncomfortable?" Seeing Neal looking at my body, knowing that he was thinking about it naked," I told him."And you wanted him to ignore those.