‘There is no way to sugar coat this. The news is bad, I’m afraid. It looks like the same person or persons set your home on fire. The same message...was sprayed on the sidewalk. Someone broke a window with a brick and tossed in another Molotov cocktail. The fire crews are working hard, but I’m afraid the house is going to be a loss.’ I sagged back onto the bed. Thank God I’d never gotten any pets. ‘What about the guy that did this? Do you have any leads on him?’ He shook his head. ‘We’re still. ... get to the good stuff. "Today we are going to talk about good touch and bad touch" she says. I frowned, thinking how can there be a bad touch? I thought sex was a good thing. So I lean forward to make sure I hear what she is saying because the other girls keep giggling at the word sex. I just roll my eyes at them. "Bad touch is when someone touches you in your private areas when you don't want them too." She tells us. I nod my head yes. Ok that sounds right and now the bad touch. She captivated me still. As so often lately, she rejected my advances. In fact, she may as well have thrown a pail of cold water on me. “Ted, please keep your hands to yourself. I don’t want my outfit all messed up. Just get ready, would you?” Becky demanded, more than asked. I thought that when our two kids were grown and on their own, we would be sharing more time and passion. It was not working that way. We both worked and Becky volunteered for several organizations. She seemed to have no. It’s the same look I see staring back at me in the mirror. A mask for pain, and the shamefulness of foolishly falling in love more times than anyone has fallen for me. A hiding place for the empty feeling of laying in an open field, alone. Gazing up into the cold, starry night sky and wondering, like a child, who else I share it with.No, looking in isn’t always an easy place to go.By calculated chance I ended up next to you and we exchanged nervous banter. We played the games lovers play. Lame.