No overt sexual conversation but his offer of needed help had meant he was in her home for 10 minutes and she was aroused and embarassed and uncertain...how to handle the situation. Just before her daughters came home his wife had returned and she knew that sex had followed very quickly and thought she had probably aroused him in some way. this bossted her sense that she was a very sexy woman if only she could find the right man.She longed for an attractive man to enter her life and allow her to. It was an experience.There was an altar call (I gather that's pretty routine, but not something that's part of anything I'd been used to). Denise got up and went forward. I stayed where I was and tried to be inconspicuous. She was kneeling at the rail, and someone went to her; stooped and laid a hand on her shoulder. As I watched, that person looked around and beckoned and two others went over. Denise's shoulders were shaking. They seemed to be with her a long time. Finally, she looked up,. Just when I was about to give up, because the image had gone dark again. It was a long time before a cars headlight showed up on the screen. The car could have belonged to a catfisherman, but he had no boat. When he climbed from the car he did have a large flashlight."So what is he doing?" I asked."I have no idea. He doesn't appear to have a rifle, and he isn't really dressed for a walk in the swamp. I bet he is meeting a boat. He is picking up something. Something they can't land in a port.. Yeah. That’s all.Monday evening, Rachel didn’t get back until after dinner. She was exhausted, having driven to South Bend, Lafayette, and Kokomo to make her presentations. In the morning, she had an appointment back at Mad Anthony with Principal Rice before she’d leave for the airport. I warmed her dinner and sat with her, given a small amount of privacy with the love of my life. After she’d eaten and we cleaned up the dishes, I took her to the shower and washed her tenderly before giving her.