.. Abigail Myra Olcott." She paused, and then added, "I'mgoing to tell people that she's my orphaned niece from back East." I said don't call me that...name!" the girl exclaimed.Molly nodded and again faced off with Myra. "Maybe I wasn't clearenough before. Ye'll answer to Abigail, or Myra, or anything elseyuir aunt says you should, and ye won't get snippish about it. Now,tell me what you name is."The name fought its way through jaws that the girl tried to keeplocked. "A-Abigail... Myra.... ‘Ready to go?’ ‘Yup,’ I said, glancing at Amy. She still looked pretty out of it, but she waved as we left. We got in my car and drove toward the library. She rested her hand on my knee and I felt that now-familiar surge of lust. ‘What did you think of the girls?’ she asked. ‘They were all right, I guess,’ I said with a shrug. ‘Cathy seemed pretty bitter. She warned me to get out while I still could.’ ‘Yeah well, Cathy’s just upset because she doesn’t get as many client requests as the rest of. " Tim, I don't have long, Laci's waiting on me, and Kim's taking her shower. We need to talk." We? About what?" Not what," she said, "who. Kim." Okay. You've got my attention." I was all ears.She drew a breath. "Things are strange in my life right now. Laci an' me, well, we'd be living together, but she's worried about what it shows Kim. But that's not the half of it." No?" No. Kim's never been one to go on about guys. She's been on two, maybe three dates since she moved in with me. And then. It's not like I have anyone to manscape for. My stomach is beginning to pudge, hiding the six pack I was once extremely proud of. My face has a slight stubble, which will soon disappear in the morning when I shave for work. All things considered, though, I am still a fairly descent looking guy for 45. I'm no underwear model, but I'm not bad to look at.Sexually and romantically I've been alone for years. Ever since the casual girlfriend I knocked up left our son on my front step and ran off 19.