He walks up, offers his arm to me, and leads me to the bridge. I have a thousand questions I would like to ask and am just about get the first questio... out when he blows the horn. I jump at the sound and then start giggling. Oh please, I think to myself, do not get the giggles now. I watch and admire the skill with which he maneuvers the boat away from the pier. For the first time, I really look at him and notice that he is smiling at me. He is strikingly handsome, and I feel a flow of warmth. Em’s dinner plans had fallen through. She had planned to take a client to dinner, but he had to go home instead. To wash his hair, or his socks, Em thought, sourly again. She checked the well-thumbed literature in the room. The restaurant took last orders at eight-thirty except on Fridays and Saturdays, when it remained open until the dangerous hour of ten o’clock. This was Thursday. The TV guide offered meagre fare and the in-house movies were for children or the brain-dead. Em’s mood was not. ’ ‘I waved at him and called him over and he walked down the arm pontoon to our villa. As he got nearer he gradually realised my predicament and his smile got broader. He was very sweet and tried to open our door with his master key without staring at me too much. Can you believe it though but that evening we found he doubled up as our table waiter so can you imagine his cheeky knowing smirk when he was pouring our wine!’ It said, ‘I know exactly what you look like under your dress -in every. It is the thing that has kept our marriage good. I couldn't live with that kind of secret. Listen Mac, I always knew that when I married an older man there was a possibility that... that sexually there could be problems eventually. I also knew that I would be a relatively young widow. Somehow that didn't seem to matter when you love someone. And, I do love Jason... more than ever." Angela turned to Mac and took his hand. She had tears in her eyes. "I need to stay strong for him. All this stuff.