“My ‘cell phone number,” she said. “Call mesometime. I’m here until Labor Day and then I head back to Yale formy sopho...ore year.” I had no intention of calling her and stopped atthe first trash barrel to discard the slip of paper. But thensomething stopped me. I tucked it into my wallet and continued on tomy car. That night, when Jon came home from work, I greeted him at the doorwearing one of the sheer black teddies and nothing else. I handed hima. Animal!" John growled.Jen gave way and landed on his lap, their lips still in contact and theirtongues caressing each other. He pinched her buttock and she squealedplayfully, her hand creeping slowly but steadily toward his. But in hisnew-found condition this was a looong way.In a minute or so her pondering expression and the slightly-noticeablevertical crease just above her nose made him halt his advances and ask her ifeverything was all right. He suddenly realized that her hand was on his. Study, study together, study thenhang together, then screw studying and just hang together, etc.: it's avery common university pattern. We loved each other. We married, got jobsin the city, bought the quintessential suburban home, had children, andlived the quintessential suburban life. There were challenges, I mightsay, along the way.Regardless, we became empty nesters and then, three years ago, I became awidow: an early onset of dementia and an unfortunate traffic accident. Iwould visit Kevin. Take advantage of it. Why don't you take my blouse off first?"Vince stepped back and surveyed his partner, then brought his hands to her shoulders and pushed her shirt down her arms."How's that?" he asked."Better."Once Janice's blouse was off, Vince went more slowly for her bra. Instead of using both hands to unclasp it, he pulled her to him with one hand and popped the bra with his other."How about that?" Vince asked with a grin."Not bad at all. You've got skills, young man."This comment.