’ He looked defeated suddenly, beaten, as if things had caught up with him and he looked older. ‘No,’ he said so softly that I almost couldn’t...hear him, ‘no, I do not.’ This brought a gasp from Mike and a soft sob from Gianna. I could understand that. It doesn’t do you much good to hear the man you’ve been married to for thirty years saying he doesn’t love you, even if you do have your real love sitting beside you! ‘Mike loves her,’ I said, ‘loves her deeply. He has for twenty five years but. For a brief moment I was clinging to Kyles arm for support. Shelly, its okay. These guys are my friends. Theyre good guys. Kyle said as he started to caress my hair along the side of my head. We just want to admire your smoking-hot body. Well be very gentle. I put my head down against Kyles chest, as he wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back and telling me lies about how nice they were going to be with me. I cried uncontrollably. Kyles arms went from rubbing my back, to rubbing my upper. ”“Good.”The director handed her some pages.“Give me an hour or so,” she said.“Perhaps lunch?” Rico suggested.“Good idea.”“Perhaps I can get it,” Joe offered.“Let my assistant,” Rico smiled. “He knows Italian, unlike you.”“True,” Joe sighed. He found a chair and pulled out a notebook. Started a new poem. An advantage being a writer.After a couple hours and a delicious lunch of Tuscan style pizza and a salad with olives, prosciutto, goat cheese and oil and vinegar dressing (“Italian,” Joe quipped. ‘Have you been drinking?’ I asked, aghast. ‘Only a little,’ he answered sheepishly. He continued imploringly, ‘Camilla, you are so incredibly beautiful, I can’t stand to be near you and not touch you. I love you, my dear, and just want to share that with you. Please come back here and allow me to kiss you.’ He seemed calmer, and his face showed only love, so I stepped back into his arms tentatively. He kissed me gently, tracing my lips with his tongue while he threaded his fingers into the hair.