Instead, Jennifer seemed to demonstrate her maturity. She was affectionate but not overly sexual in Frank's presence. She paid more attention to her a...counts, and asked intelligent questions about investments and expenses.Perhaps she bided her time before raising the matter of their relationship again.The alternative was that she took his words to heart and gave up on becoming Frank's girlfriend. Frank hoped not, but in his objective moments, he thought this would be Jennifer's best. I was now a friend, something I hoped would continue.Betty then put all the questions that parents ask of suitors to their children. She was one of the very few that found no humour in the way that my wife had left me. She did sympathise at the lack of children and then asked about nieces and nephews.“Nope, my only brother, Brian, has no desire for kids at all, much to the disgruntlement of my parents.” I explained.That led to me telling Betty about their life in France, and how they loved it.. I didn't really think so. But I had known I wouldn't be more ready in a day, a week or even a month either. I was as ready as I would ever be."You know you won't just be looking, don't you? To understand what I do, you need to experience a little of what I do..."No. I hadn't known. I didn't know. And if I had known I probably wouldn't have asked. But I had asked and now I was expected to say something. I understood that Ann wanted me to say either yes or no, that she would wait until I. Even as I felt my own consciousness slipping away, I did the one last thing that could possibly rouse my quivering Jeanine from her rapturous state.I bit her.I don't know how hard I bit her. I do know where. And Jeanine did release me from that glorious death grip. She rose up on her toes, one shoulder in the pit of my stomach (which did nothing for my ability to inhale) and wailed - then fell to one side clutching one hand to her breast and the other to her crotch, twitching. Her eyes were.