“Yes. I was just telling my husband what a fantastic lover you are.”His hand dropped to her thigh and he smiled. “Thank you. I’m glad you feel...that way.”“And are you satisfied with me?” she asked him. “I mean, we must all be much alike between the sheets.”“Not at all,” he answered. “I’ve met many who, though are with you, are not really with you, if you see what I mean. To some, I am just a good fuck but for a few, I am something more than that and they give me there all. You seem as though. Her eyebrows furrowed momentarily as their gazes locked. There was something about him … unnerving the way that he just stood there looking up at her but at the same time, it didn’t bother her much. She was used to being ‘gawked’ at. That was the best way to describe it. But even in the distance, she could see that he looked pretty rough … like something had happened but there was an aura surrounding him, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She felt something within her reach out to. 'There are 3 women sitting on a bench having ice cream:One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream.The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone.The third is biting off the top of the ice cream.Which one is married?'The teacher, blushing a great deal, replied, 'Well, I suppose the one that's gobbled down the top and sucked the cone.'To which Little Louie replied, 'The correct answer is the one with the wedding ring on, but I like your thinking.'This one is. He hadn’t really done that much fishing, but the idea of spending hours on a lake with nothing better to do than match wits with a fish sounded pretty good to him.“No rush,” Mike said.“I might buy a boat while I’m there,” Robert said.“Better build a big dock because I figure we might have to park three boats at it,” Mike said.“Okay,” Robert said. He was quiet for a moment and then said, “I’m really looking forward to this. War has always been hard on the men who fought it. In the First World.