Please forgive me!" He actually started to cry atthis point."John, I want to be mad at you for all of this but I can't.You tripped in the lab and I wa...ted last night as much as you did."I tried to hug him close but he ran into the bedroom."Why did you run?" I felt myself responding to your body. I'm so ashamed." John, do you like girls?" I asked."Yes, of course I do." Then why wouldn't you respond when a cute young thing like me holdsyou?" I needled him."You're my best friend Nick!" he. How insatiable, he didn't know: he had lost count after seven times.Without even removing his tracksuit, he rolled into bed and fell asleep instantly.What was that?He sat up, disoriented. Silence. That was it. The church bells had stopped suddenly and woken him. Peace, perfect peace. Sunday morning.Sunday!Eleven o' clock!He was late for Ethel. Already an hour late, and counting. Seventy-something years and an hour late. He blundered out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Even a shower. All our conversation about the house and drinks sounded stupid and irrelevant. We both had one thing in mind… without putting her in to more trouble; I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. The drinks in her hand spilled over my chest. She apologised for that. I said the best thing she could do is to remove the wet shirt. She looked at me and kissed me… while kissing, her fingers were undoing the buttons in my shirt. Soon I threw away my shirt and hugged her tightly. Her hands were. That was very nice, maybe too nice. Too bad you're taken. My sister and I kinda want a guy we don't have to share. If you happen to know any we might like you could be a really big help. Thanks again for helping us not lose Bryan. I don't even want to think what that would be like."I just hugged her again and said "no, you don't. It was hell." I did clue her in on a couple of "good" guys who were unattached and who I thought would treat them right. Neither one of them were athletes, popular or.