"How are you doing Evan?" the k** asked."Not so well. You?" I asked trying to remember his name."Your boy Greg over here is doing great." So that's wh...t his name was. "I was theorizing on ways to remyelinate the various axons and dendrites, and I have it. You see, the key is creating a non-phospholipid lipid capable of breaching the blood brain..." (at the word brain I finally got a clue he was talking about something in neuroscience) "And moreover, there is a Zero point Zero- Three-Seven. Sometimes I even go naked," she added with a giggle and blushed.Sam didn't comment but she did raise her eyebrow and then a little smile crossed her lips. The things we find out about people, she thought. "Well, sit down and have some breakfast. I'm not the best cook in the world but I can whip up a mean omelet." Sam, I'm so sorry I got you into this. I really am." It's not your fault sweetie. I could have checked the weather. We'll just have to make the best of it. The truth is that it might. She said, well that's not what it looked like to me. She finished out the day, but never said anything to me about it when she got home, fearing I would make her quit. I have heart issues and we live on my disability check each month which isn't much. The next day started out fine and she thought things were going to be ok after all.That turned out to be short lived. He started pressing himself against her again but stayed there not backing off. My wife was just about to tell him to back up,. As we set off towards the auto dealership in her car she finally let me off the hook. ‘Before my husband died we always had sex very early on Sunday morning just before church. When the girls were young we had to be very quiet but after they left home we became quite wild and loud. Very often we did it again the moment we got home from church. More than once we skipped church. Did you know that he died of a massive heart attack while we were having sex? I certainly miss him and our lovemaking..