” She put a finger to his lips. “I came, too, you know. It was the same for me.” She kissed him again, lips parting. Her pulse raced and lusty f...res still raged. “Anyway, we’re not done,” she said, stroking the hairs on his forearm. “But a short break might be good. Wine?” She rolled off the bed before he could answer. “Have you seen any glasses?”“Bathroom. Sorry, they’re only plastic.”“No matter.”He relaxed on the bed, stretched his legs, and watched as she scurried around, popping in and out. We would attend a study group each day and alecture twice a week, there would also be visits to care homes,hospitals and other places as part of the study.For a few weeks all was normal, we learned a lot and we often gottogether in the library to discuss our ideas and learn even more fromeach other. Dylan and I were becoming great friends and shared a commongoal to run our own care home network later in life after working ourway up.Things began to change from the day we were answering a quiz in. Peeking around to the back side of the house, I could see that the light in our bedroom was on. Without really knowing why, I tiptoed my way across the back of the house, glancing into the still darkness of the dining room and kitchen as I passed. Approaching the glow of the bedroom window, I felt certain that I should see my wife curled up on the bed watching TV, or perhaps milling in and out of the bathroom or closet. Then I heard her voice. "Aaagghhhhh...." she moaned, startling. .. happened to me?” Her next action took me totally by surprise as she put her arms around my neck and hugged me so tight that I wondered at her strength. “I don’t know what happened, I must have blacked out when I was thrown out of the boat, and then I finally managed to get ashore a mile or so up the shore, or maybe down the shore, I don’t know”. I could see that this took her aback as she then somewhat hesitantly asked “What about the others, the boat, Terry…” “I don’t know, I have looked.