’ The two lovers smiled at each other, another step taken. * Misha’s mother was so like him, tall and slim, with dark short hair, twinkling blue ...yes and a joi d’vivre for life. Over a lovely meal of Chicken Paprika and wild rice, she told a number of hilarious stories about her winter cruise over the Christmas season, and the many people she had met, interspersed with escapades that Misha, Robin and John and the many cousins had gotten into in the past. Misha sat squirming as his mother told. 6 pounds, and hers at141.2. Both of us shook our heads. "This better work," I said. "We can't keep drifting up likethis. Let's set the baseline at exactly 170 for me and 140 for you.That will be easier to remember." "Okay," she said, "you're on." We proceeded to the stairmasters where as usual I set a fasterpace than she did. Kelly's place of business was a lot closer to ourhouse than mine and I needed to get done so that I could get on theroad sooner. Then I moved on to the circuit of. It was a combination of worry, concern and fear. "Are you okay?" I asked my husband. Oscar nodded, but said nothing. Johan then placed his fingers under my chin and turned my face back towards him and said, "Irene, tonight I want you to focus on me. Oscar will be fine. And the more you enjoy yourself, the more Oscar will enjoy watching you. So, for the next couple of hours, I want you to forget he's here." "I'm not sure I can do that, but I'll try." I began unbuttoning his shirt. Johan kicked. I stopped ever so briefly; but then something inside me made me keep going. My mind was racing because of the fact that she was still there, yet never said anything. I kept going at a steady pace. I decided to look directly at the crack in the door. It was then that I saw she was standing there and I saw that her shirt was untucked. As I looked closer I saw that her hand was rubbing the outside of her skirt. Her other hand was fondling her left breast. I could barely make it out; but once I did.