"Sleep well?" She asked."Yes, Mum, I did, thankyou." I replied, politely."Well!! I damned well didn't." She snapped at me."What's the matter, Mum?" I ...sked."You're too young to understand." she snapped back at me."Mum," I yelled back at her, "That's where you are wrong, I do understand, you're strutting around like a mare in season trying to get to the stallion." Well, I am not a animal!" she yelled back. "And further more I am not a damned mare in season." "No, you're not!" I yelled, back at. " I told him. "I'm so glad you could make it tonight. Come on in."I touched his arm to give him a gentle pull into my apartment. Then I make a point of closing the door, locking the dead bolt, and latching the security chain. His face glanced at mine. I could see his Adams apple make a little gulping motion in his throat. I smiled back. I think he was finally getting the point.--- Scene 4: The Bottle of Wine (We still aren't fucking yet. Deal with it.)Well into our second glass of wine Jeremy. He'd wait and see.After giving Suzanne directions, and hanging up. He found he hadwandered unintentionally to Summer's bedside.Did this explain the incongruity he felt lingered around this Jane Doe'scase? Or make it even harder to comprehend? He would pause for a momentand reflect on what he knew.What possible circumstance could have led to two people, so different,having this connection, initially denied by the conscious affluent one,but now apparent?Despite Suzanne's protestations, Tom hadn't. There were thousands of hook-up apps. She was excited and found an app she would try.She scrolled through pictures of men who wanted to hook-up. She looked through pictures of men who were in their twenties. She found several she'd be interested in meeting.She clicked on a random picture of a twenty something male. They chatted and agreed to meet at a pub a few town's a way. Mary had to be careful to not have her husband catch her. Even though he wasn't interested in sex, he wouldn't be.