It was only half eight but the sun was again shining so I ate outside in the garden, listening to the radio. Mam saw me through the kitchen window and...came outside. "Don't forget about Hazel Steve". How could I !!!!"I haven't Mam" I replied. I sat listening to the radio for a further hour then wandered down the street full of trepidation !I knocked and the door opened. Hazel was in a different bikini but God ! She looked good !"Early drink today I think Steve" she said smiling. "You have a lot. I just let her know I would be back by evening. She didn't say anything like "I Love You", or "I can't wait to see you." I could feel that things had changed just by the tone of her voice.I hung up and called Joe and left him a voice mail to call me. I let him know I was going out for breakfast. It was a little over an hour later when I got a call back from Joe."Sorry I waited to call you back but I have some bad news and wanted you to at least enjoy your breakfast," said Joe. "I listened to. Two years ago, Paul and I were a happy-go-lucky, ordinary, married couple. We both had steady jobs. We had two weeks on a Greek island every summer. We enjoyed a good life, good sex and enough money to get by. We had both wanted children from the moment we got married, but I was just twenty-one, so, like most couples, we thought there was plenty of time. Enjoying life was more important. Then Paul got mugged. Apart from the indignity and shock, he was on the receiving end of several kicks,. No matter what I did, I kept running into the same damn wall:“I don’t want to talk about it”.Or, worse, she’d wake up. She’d wake up, and I’d be left absolutely clueless as to why.I wanted to punch the wall. Maybe that’d help me break through it.I forced myself to calm down. It took me a few seconds before I was calm enough to respond.Slow and steady. There was no rush. Especially not with Lucy taking care of my every sexual need, almost.And it was important to get this just right; I knew what.