All in the name of science.Now, I was committed to a daily dose of a drug that was supposed to un-bend my Johnson and, evidently, make me into some so...t of superman ... I'd settle simply to have my joint unkinked.In the mirror, I watched as my wife removed eye makeup. Dressed in her oversized flannel pajamas, you wouldn't guess at the still-hot body hidden inside. She was 38 – I'd married her when she was 18, after she turned up pregnant after about three months of dating – I was a 22 year old. We had a blast; I asked for some more pizza, and she handed it to me. I laid my hand on her hip. I was intentionally staying away from the ‘problem areas’ both above and below her hip and tummy.“I’m getting cold again,” she said.I pulled the blanket up on us both, covering us from our armpits to over our feet.“Thank you, Randall,” she said softly. “Your arms are so warm - they feel nice around me. You won’t tell Lynn about this, will you?”She sounded more concerned than I thought she should, so. With that familiarity I easily picked up where he left off since she and I were both in summer classes. We had sex on the first date and it was terrific. That lasted through the next year and we realized we were a good couple for the long term.Marriage followed graduation and we got jobs and a place to live. All the usual stuff. We were going to put off having kids for a few years.Josh invited us to dinner at his hotel on Friday evening. The night before, Judy initiated a serious conversation,. “My mother has been beaten badly, but I have persuaded her to come here. However, she is afraid that one of the servants will call my father, so we need to hurry. She says she is unable to carry a bag or suitcase because of her injuries, but she thinks she is strong enough to walk to the flower garden in back. Trying not to panic, she went on, “We need to hurry. If my father receives word that she is trying to leave, there is no telling what he will do, and ... from the servant’s manner, I am.