.. who had gazed longingly on those hips as she walked to and from the market. There were men who had stayed in her boarding house who were interested...in her too. But she'd never taken the time to treat any of that interest seriously. She thought herself a sensible woman, and sensible women didn't dwell on dimly remembered pleasures. Just getting by was work enough that when she went to bed she was too tired to think of her unfulfilled physical needs.Donna Pratt was one of the women who had. Their mother worked at a dry clean shop only a few blocks away.This was the first year she and her husband had thought the children were old enough to stay at home alone.She had not had a real job since Nick was born.The family needed the money she could make.She went to work at 7:00 AM and got off at 6:00 PM.The father was an auto mechanic across town and worked from 7:00 AM until 5:30 PM. Both got home at around 6:30Nick and Kim were wakened at six thirty in the mornings as their mother was. But Misha had told her she was fantastic, and along with the orgasms she had last night when they had made love, her confidence in herself had started to rebuild, something that was long knocked out of her by her ex. They lay there, both bathing in their own thoughts until Misha asked quietly, ‘Froo, are you on any birth control?’ ‘Yes, I have a coil fitted from when I was married. I never had it removed. Gary didn’t want anymore children.’ Misha nodded slightly, relieved, he’d got carried away. ’ He sighs. And it makes sense to me, when he puts it so simply. It’s the only chance I get to just be with him. No titles, no restraints, no requirements. It’s a beautiful thing, the simplicity of it and the rapturous feeling that comes when it’s just us and the truth, uninhibited. The wonderful weight on my chest shifts suddenly, though everything seems rather sudden in this dreamy state. He looks up at me with the stars reflected in his dark blue eyes. ‘Do you think there’s anything better.