.. the ice queen?The teacher ... finally coming into his own ... asked, "How about dinner tonight ... we'll discuss it?" I'll cook ... you bring the b...er ... sevenish?" She was instantly planing a multitude of ways to serve oysters. "Seafood?" I love seafood." 'Yes!' "Sevenish." He thought for a moment as she walked to the door... "Wouldn't you rather have a good wine?" I'm allergic to grapes. Beer, but good beer ... microbrew ... something dark and hoppy." She turned and walked through the. We fell into each other's arms and kissed as if it were the last time ever. When I could bear to let go of her for a moment, I drew back and took a look. Her colour was bad, and her eyes were deep and bruised looking. She'd had to work far too hard on bits of the plan that I couldn't be seen doing, followed by a long drive and bringing the boat out here. ?How are you feeling?? ?Like death,? she joked wryly. ?I hurt in all the wrong ways.? She'd stopped as much of her pain. And, I've being doing it for years. I started as a teenager, perhaps as a poor way of handling my growing sexuality, and I've continued as an adult, albeit with periods of abstinence that, looking back, always coincided with the happiness of my real relationships. While married, and I was for many years, I would occasionally partake of this strange pastime, but usually just randomly, where and when the fancy took me. More recently though, as a frustrated divorcee without a partner and a normal. He intended to shop with them! He walked along between them, talking and laughing, guiding them into different stores, even suggesting some clothes. Renee loved shopping. She had her arms full in each store, pulling Betsy along to the dressing rooms, encouraging her to try on the elegant suits and dresses they found. Renee had saved her favorite store until last. Poor Mr. Douglas, or Doug, as he insisted they call him, was already loaded down with bags. He didn’t seem to mind though, and.