I felt the tips of her breasts brush against my back while she did that and I leaned back a little. "I said, 'She's beautiful.' "'She is.' "'Who's the...model?' "'She was my second lover.' "I felt her put her left hand on my waist, and somehow I managed to say, 'You're very lucky.' "She said, 'Yes,' and I felt her breath on the back of my neck. Then I said, 'She's very lucky too.' "'She thought so,' she said and brushed the hair at the back of my neck gently and lightly with her fingertips, and I. What I was actually doing was examining a little more closely the heat signatures displayed behind my visitors. I leaned back and again levered the recliner into the relaxed position as if I was settling back to examine the papers. As I did so, I once again slid my hand into the pocket on the side of the chair. This time I did not press both buttons, but instead pressed the top button rapidly three times and sat back up. I pretended to examine the paper while I waited for the backup system. There were no apparent weaknesses in Rick’s life but Beth was sure a good night in the sack would bring him around. Then there was the restaurant owner Max Steel who made it very obvious that he was interested in Beth. He even invited Beth back to the restaurant for dinner. Beth felt that Max would be a pushover and that he would gladly sell his stock for a roll in the hay. Finally Beth met with a knockout looking couple, Tom and Carla Brown, who ran their own salon specializing in massage. ‘A baby!’ she’d said, and I felt a flush of excitement mixed with trepidation. THIS was what I had been looking forward to for my entire life - the moment when I had sex, not only for love, but for the express purpose of creating life. This was the moment we’d planned. If a baby resulted from this - or any joining that would occur over the next few days - it was a life that was planned, wanted, loved, and desired. Not just by me. Not just by Jennifer. But by three people who loved one another.