There was more trouble after the match so we all headed back to the hotel bar. Nick went to bed first and I wanted to have a talk to John about what w... did, it was when I went in to the bedroom Nick had a go at me “I know what you did mom” “I’ve done nothing” “Yes you have mom, I have this”He fished his phone out and showed a picture, there was the back of my head in John’s crotch. “It’s not what it looks Nick” “What, you just happened to fall over and John was there to catch. "Can I do something for you, John?" she asked.I began to "push," feeling the usual resistance. This was about as strong as it had been the time with Laura, and I was amazed that I had managed to overcome it then, essentially the first time I had ever tried. To cover, I started talking."I have a question about the homework, Miss Roberts," I started. I hadn't the foggiest idea even what the homework was, but hopefully it wouldn't matter. "I was wondering if I could ask you about it." Well, I,". "Man, what am I thinking, I am almost acting like I want one."She smiled and huffed at her joke, but the whole time she continued tolook at the pack. She then started reaching down to it, "No harm in justlooking at the pack," she thought and brought it up to where she couldread it. She looked at the Surgeon General's warning and wondered howanyone could ever smoke these. She thought about her work where a few ofher coworkers smoked, what drew them to it, what made them want to give updays, no. His … girlfriend… the idea of having two girlfriends still jarred him disconcertingly… nodded, going on explain how she and this odd singing group she’d joined years ago would sing for the dying, those in hospice care, or other stages of illness that left them bed-ridden. All of it was an event that was sometimes as much for the family, as for the patient. A concept that he had never heard of before, and one that seemed strangely …holy… though he knew neither of the girls were practicing.