I didn't appreciate it at the time and maybe if I had then I wouldn't have entertained the idea of getting hitched for the second time but, as they sa..., hindsight is 20-20.He is a good man and I do love him dearly but it is now more a platonic partnership that we have and looking back it has really been like that from the day we first met. He, like me, went to the gym ostensibly to keep fit but he had the underlying reason of wanting to make friends to fill the void in his life that followed. They both were big guys with huge bellies. The larger man was definitely an inch or two taller than me (I am six feet tall). He wore a black bandana with light brown locks hanging out of his temples, a black Motorhead long-sleeve t-shirt, long cargo pants, black boots and had a pretty sour face. He gave me a serious, creepy stare and scanned my body from head to toe. Then, he hurriedly grabbed his things and walked away from the rain towards the stairs without saying anything.The other. Cynthia and Zoe ... and Tyke were looking at the sausages. The sausages were piled high and were fresh. The line of babushkas ... all the Russian grandmothers ... were there and they all remembered the Great Patriotic War ... when meat was impossible to buy. Now ... the profusion recalled the abundance between the wars.Tyke wanted Hunter Sausage and she had her nose pressed to the glass.“Let me guess,” Zo said.“Three,” Cynthia said. “You get three.”“You’re going to try the portal,” Zoe. . . ‘ ‘Unless what?’ Kate seized on her hesitation. ‘Well, once, when we had a school lesson outside, sitting on the grass, I was sitting with my knees up – you know – when I realised that a few boys opposite could see up my skirt and, instead of straightening my legs and putting my knees down, I watched them trying to move around, casually, so that they could get a better view of my legs. It began to get quite exciting and, well, eventually, I let my knees drift apart a few inches, so that.