Nympho-something.”“Nymphet Fashion,” she whined. “Get it right.” She rubbed her hands on his abs.“Right, right. What was the latest topic?...”She leaned into his ear. “How to seduce an older lover.”“Yeah, right.”She giggled. “No, ‘How to Wear Pink Without Overdoing It.’”“Such important issues,” he laughed.She punched him. “Don’t make fun.” Then she placed the hand on his crotch.“I’m sorry,” he said, squirming as her hand felt his erection. “It’s, it’s important to you.” He shook his head. “Social. " She twisted the knob and stepped into his office. "Close the door and lock it Mrs. Stephens," he drawled. His soft tone was deceptive. She knew he was angry. She closed the door and clicked the lock, standing there, not moving. "You're late," he said, using that same deceptive soft tone. "There was a crisis," she said. "Besides, I told you this has to end," she said, finally turning to look at him. His lips curved into a smug smile as he rose and stepped out from behind his desk. He moved. I can't think of anything else." That's actually very sweet," Sam sniffed."It's the afterward that's the problem," he continued ignoring her. "After whichever one of you she-devils has used and abused me for your sexual gratification until no mere mortal human male could possibly survive anymore and we've snuggled down for the five or ten minutes of sleep you allow me that I miss the rest of you. I want to feel you there with me, next to me, not for sex, just because I want to be near you and I. "Girls, get upstairs and get dressed. Steve needs some privacy. And hurry because breakfast is almost ready and I've got plenty. I hope you like bacon, eggs, pancakes, juice, and sausage, Steve."Steve was on his second helping when the Anderson phone rang. Kate got up to answer it and then called Gwen into the next room. Gwen returned a few minutes later with tears in her eyes."That was Jane Booth's father on the phone. He asked if we would sing 'Bridge Over Troubled Waters' at her funeral.