But, as you get older, you become more flexible with these things. When you’re no longer the young stud yourself you’re less likely to chase the s...rt of perfect lookers who, rightly or wrongly, are referred to as bimbos. So, in my mid-forties, when I found myself working for a large company where she was the receptionist, I looked at her with different eyes. We felt like allies from the old days and we had brief chats about people and places long gone. She was now not just stout but fat, and. Within a half hour the tension that had hung over the room like a bad smell had dissipated and we were laughing and joking, even Paddy was in the room now, wagging his tail with excitement. All thoughts of my wife, Karen, and the problems we were experiencing had been driven from my mind.By ten o clock that evening I felt exhausted and Helen led me up the stairs to their spare room that I was going to occupy for the next couple of nights. As I followed her up the stairs I couldn't help but. You're not getting out of it that easily." I said seeing her face light up and then she tried to hide her feelings."I don't think you know what you're on about." She said.I laughed, "You think so? Or did you just scan me with your powers?" I asked herShe concentrated and I could feel something emanating from her, it felt as if it was covering me and then it was gone returning to Rachael. "You're telling me the truth; you think I'm good enough to do this?" She said amazed."Of course you are - do. I try to sit up and look, but the blindfold is covering too much. We must have driven for at least an hour. I feel us slow down and hear a garage door closing. I wonder where we are. I hear the truck door open and Pete get out. I hear him open the back door. He says nothing. I feel Amber being picked up. She brushes across my feet. I can feel her warm body. I start to shake. The sounds are not the same. Where are we? Are we at Pete and Amber's? I feel my sneakers being removed and I feel Pete.