Throwing a dressing gown around her, she walks into the kitchen. Why her head felt like it had been hit with a hammer was no mystery, counting the emp...y bottles of wine on the table it was obvious. The rattling of the pots and pans by Bridget made her eyes blink in time with every metallic bang."Oh good you are up I've made breakfast" Bridget says with a smile"You're up early hun it's not even seven yet" Bern replies as she swallows down two headache tablets"I've been up for a while. I can't. This woman who once worried about being frigid could now become aroused just from our imagination of each other. And so could I. I spent most of those evenings with a painful erection pressing against the jock strap I wore to hold it down.I knew it was a strain for Karen too. But I didn't realize just how desperate she was until one of those office party evenings when I helped her carry empty snack dishes to the dishwasher in the kitchen. She had just refilled all the glasses in the living. I rolled my eyes and sat up.Idiot. I thought to myself and went back to reading. Even Eddie had said something to that effect. A butterfly in his hands? Enough for now! Like Scarlet O'Hara said "I'll think of that tomorrow". I forced myself to concentrate on the book for a while longer.At breakfast the next morning with Cleo and Molly I brought up the subject I'd been wondering about."I know I asked before, but how long are we staying?" I asked Cleo."Is there anything better than Molly's. After just a moments thought, I got completely dressed.I sat down in the chair and waited. It felt like hours before the NA came back to retrieve the bowl and towel. She saw that I’d dressed, but said nothing, so I said nothing.“Would you like a drink love? Tea? Or squash?”“A cup of tea would be lovely,” I answered. “Thank you.”She smiled and left with the wash stuff. Then it was the ward clerk who came in. She had a newspaper, three gossip magazines and a Mills and Boon romance novel. “It’s.