We talked a little more, well, one more beer’s worth. Then he cut country.It was Father’s Day, and I had two kids in actuality, not just Zoey. But...I had so far not heard from either of them. I wondered about Tina as much as Zoey. Still, it was only about 5:00 p.m. There was still time.And then they were coming toward my door. I could see them through the front window. No, not the Hardys, the Longstreets, all three of them. I wheeled over and opened the door, well, left it ajar.“Happy Daddy’s. ” The tone in your voice was pure ice and even as I felt a little sorry for your husband. In fact, I felt as though that ice bag voice had just invigorated my balls. You returned to the bed, put your arms around my neck and said, “I am yours for the taking lover, make love with me and pull out all the stops.” With that you pushed me back onto the bed and got on top of me and we kissed for a long, long time. Your husband’s voice broke the spell. “God-dammit Audrey that is our bed you are. Maybe the Sexual Revolution had started by 1963, but it certainly hadn't carried the day, just yet."You're still not certain you want to do it, are you?" Louise asked me at lunch."I'm kinda scared," I admitted. "I mean, I know you trust Don not to save copies of the photos, but, jeez Louise, you know, if I was a guy, I'd save copies! And it makes me uncomfortable, knowing that it could happen." Listen Sweetie, I swear to you I won't allow Don to save any copies of your pictures, if that's what. And I didn’t mean romantic love. I love you too.”OK. Missed that mine. I was sure another one was in my path.“What we did that day was screwing. It was therapy. I hope that idea doesn’t bother you.”“Of course not! I knew that from the get-go. That’s more or less what I signed up for when you demanded that I ask you out on a date. And you just told me that Doctor Mercer basically implied that I screwed you back to normal. That could never bother me. Besides, it was great!”“Steve Adams, you did.