Slowly, a sense of resolve settled over him, and he stood facing the shower head, the spray bouncing of his face as he set his mind on a course of act...on. Today was a new day, a new start, and he would let the past take care of itself. Drying off, he slipped into his clothes, eager to get the day started now that he had a direction to take it. Stepping from the bathroom, he walked down the hall into the living room. The house was quiet as he stepped out into the living room. He saw Donna’s. I just keep thinking stop this it's not right. She giggles and asks, "You sure like this don't you G'pa?" I tell her that it's just a natural reaction to having her breath blow across my neck and earlobes. So she keeps doing it. I tell her that she needs to stop that things are getting out of hand. She says nonsense. She's grown now and knows what she wants. I ask her what she wants and she says to make me feel as good as she can. I can't stop thinking about her as a beautiful young woman with. "You can change here." She said, then hesitated. "Did Flutter tell you about me?" About just starting out?" I asked."No dear. She should have told you that I am a lover of women. I have a wonderful partner that I love, but Flutter knows I would prefer the women who are going to be undressing in front of me are aware of my preferences." I'm not bothered." I answered. "I spent several years living among the Sisters of the Weeping Road. I've been the object of a few women's attention, good and. Stephen went home, and crashed in his bed five minutes later. He just kicked off his boots, threw his bag aside and collapsed on the king-sized bed. It wasn’t that long ago that he felt like he had the world on a string. A year ago, he was dating a gorgeous young Jamaican woman named Anita Thompson, he had his degree in hand and he was looking for work. He’d gotten through training at the police college and was shopping his resume to police agencies across the vastness of Ontario and beyond..