.. somehow." If it's to be done, let it be done properly," I said, somewhat bemused by the subject."How? Your cabin has your girls and my boys are her... at weekends when Sam is likely to be around," Emma replied."Lots of spare cabins," I said. "I was particularly thinking of the one on the Falstone trail halfway between us and not on Sam's route," I said.The three women looked at me quizzically, seeking no doubt an explanation."It's isolated, remote, and has never ever been used as the forestry. He was a young, attractive man. What would he want with someone her age? She fixed a dinner that she didn’t really want to eat, and picked at it with wine she drank too fast. She was thinking that a vibrator was a poor substitute for a man when the doorbell rang. ‘Who could that be?’ Kate wondered as she went to the door. She peeked through the crack the chain allowed. All she could see was a large arrangement of flowers. ‘Who is it?’ she asked. A muffled voice answered, ‘I have a delivery. I look to you and find you sitting there with that evil smile and twinkle in your eye. I'm thinking I might just get that fantasy-cum-true sooner than I thought!I figure, why not go with the flow and see where it leads. Forget he saw anything in the window last night and just relax. His girlfriend of the week is busy and the bar next door is quiet, so he won't be trolling for a bed pal. The whole mood seems to lighten and after dinner you complain about your neck and shoulders being sore. I. Any way you prefer slipping in.’ There was a smile of invitation on her lips. I kissed her and pointed to the Rowing machine. ‘Workout! And get rid of your excess energy. Today is a day of relaxing, doing nothing. We’ll eat, drink, and then play couch potatoes in front of the telly. Suit you?’ ‘As long as your arms are round me, definitely.’ Our breakfast went as usual. I had hardly noticed over these months that our closeness and comfort being with each other had increased exponentially. With.