She looked around at how peaceful it was. While the snow was coming down heavy, everything seemed still.“Always drunk when I need her,” she mumbl...d.“I beg your pardon?” he asked.She let a laugh and said, “My guardian angel, she seems to be in a drunken stupor for the last year.”He laughed and said, “I think I’m on my second, so no judgment here.”She looked up at him, smiled and sighed to herself, “He has a sense of humor, too”“I’m Jack, by the way,” he said.“Hope,” she said.“Hope,” he said. All she needed was that one book. Damn it! However a few days later she let me hand her a few more books, one at a time. That day she was wearing a blue thong the let me see most of her ass before her skirt covered it.Then Miss Amore asked if I was willing to stay after closing on Saturday. She was assigned the job of dusting the top of the bookcases and the top three rows of books that no one could reach from the floor. Ms. Jenkins would not climb a ladder. There were rumors that she had. Initially, we bought a smaller place, only about 5000 square feet that had been vacant for over a year, so we got it for a song. It needed a bit of work, but Wally brought down some workers from his construction company, so it was a write off. We came down as often as we could at first, but as the marriage got worse, I started coming alone, or with girl friends. I got the house in the divorce and sold it for an insane profit. When this place came on the market, I jumped on it the same day. . He had even satisfied her sexually. Although not the lover that either Peter or Paul was, he had shown a willingness, born of love, to try to please her. However, as he had pointed out, Viagra was not an every night option and despite his willingness to learn, Lynn had to admit he would never be the romantic or erotic lover she craved. Of his love and the security of home and husband he afforded her, she was certain. Was that enough?The opposite extreme was Peter. Suave and sophisticated,.