I fell back onto the bed, pulling her with me, and quickly rolled over so I was on top of her, never breaking the kiss. My hands moved from her hair, ...own over her soft neck, down the sides of her body. She gasped as I rubbed against her. "You'd better take those off," she said breathlessly. "Is that what you want, Mrs. Benson?" I teased. "I don't want to get them...messy," she said, biting her lip. Oh man, that meant I was having an effect on her. I stood up, and she propped up on her elbows,. .. I'll let her tell you or Joe will tell you ... and Mary's had a terrible life really ... and Debra who'll you'll meet tomorrow never caught a break with men ... and Marianne was exiled from her family..." And you?"Margie glanced sadly at her dad. "Maybe some other time. The point is, he and Marta rescued us from a loveless life and brought us together and I got the house for us and it positively oozes with love." I can hear." Yes Helen, sex happens here. But it goes far beyond that, and the. "Nope, just being my boring honest self," he said. "You do look lovely, as I said the other day. And you could tell if I'm lying," he joked.He asked if she would like some wine."I guess some alcohol might help," she said. "When we finally get around to, ... doing my thing, I know I can count on you to honor the ground rules, but that doesn't mean I don't feel a little bit nervous about being alone with you. At some point we're talking about doing some intimate things, and I hardly know you."He. The juke boxed, cracked and ready to give up its unhappy life played ?Misty?. No one was listening.Across from the bartender, seated in a booth, was a man. He was nondescript but for the long black duster and black engineer’s boots that appeared to wear him, rather then the other way around. In his hand was a pocket watch. Like the jukebox playing ?Misty?, the pocket watch played music too. Like the jukebox, no one listened to the music pouring forth from the watch. Two booths down was a woman,.