” “Really? You think they’re having sex?” She sounded unbelieving. Julie’s not a screamer and apparently she never heard one before. I had, ...ut I didn’t want to get into that with her. She’s actually very ladylike in bed. She grunts politely and manages some rapid breathing and quiet moaning when she came. I probably made more noise. “Yeah. They’re having sex,” I said, wishing they were having it with the lights on and the shades up. But you take what you can get, so we continued to crouch by. " Well, let me introduce you. This is Kent, who is our new foreman," Guy concluded."Nice to meet you, Kent," I replied, loving the look of uneasiness on his face."Well… let’s head home," Guy then suggested."Why don’t you sit in front with Guy," I recommended to Kent as we arrived at the vehicle.As we drove home I continually squeezed Kent’s right shoulder as I perpetuated my fun at his discomfort. It was childish I know, but I simply couldn’t help myself.When there was finally a lull in their. I led her into our living room. She took a seat on our largest couch.The first thing she asked me was where Edwin was? I told her he was still at work and wouldn't be home till late that evening. "Let me get us something to drink. What do you want?" I offered, smiling. "How about something with a little kick to it?"She agreed and I fixed us some tall drinks. I was nervous because Meaghan didn't know the real reason why I invited her over to my house. I had invited her to come and look at some. It seemed my fate was to keep finding mamma's boys and jerks. The one time I got married was to a very handsome man who loved his mirror and was closer to his mother far more than to me. After two more disasters I quit dating. It wasn't worth the trouble.I wanted a strong man who was also capable of love and tenderness. I dreamed I would one day find that special man who was gentle and tender, even mushy sometimes, yet strong inside. These delicate, "sensitive" men left me cold. Like any other.