One weekend, she drove to our place, the next he was at hers. It is hard to imagine a more complete metamorphosis from the rollicking, flamboyant bach...lor to the quiet, reserved and attentive companion. I didn't say fiance, or anything like that, because they weren't there yet, but it was plenty obvious to me anyway, that it was the direction they were headed. During the week, there was no more bar hopping together, which certainly put a damper on my entertainment. I have never been a big fan. "No need to worry, after all I am a doctor, so it's not as thoughyou're going to explode. Maybe I should supervise the first time?Would that be a good idea? It's just that if you want a dildo session- and I certainly would if I were you - it's good to get fully cleanedfirst. This machine ensures you won't be scalded and the pressurewon't be too high and gets rids of the waste without any nastiness.Once you've had a go, you'll probably find the experience verypleasant and gets you in the mood. I. They would be civil to each other and make the most of a difficult situation.Later, as the train broke free of London and headed north, David caught up with Julia on her own."Julia, who is matchmaking here?" She looked the picture of innocence. "Now come on, you've accused Mountbatten of trying to be the force behind the throne. Tell me the truth, have you had anything to do with Josh's selection?" I might have been consulted, but this goes way beyond me!" she confided."I don't think it's fair". I could live with that.We filled each other in on our lives. She had been engaged twice but never married. I had been married for three years before loosing my wife to leukemia. I had been widowed for seven years. At thirty-three I was two years older than Elizabeth.Our dinner was great and we found ourselves very comfortable with each other. She could fire lines back at me with little or no pause. She groaned when it was the appropriate response and before we finished our shared desert she was.