We were living in separate bedrooms. I had my two pet cats for company, and he had his internet porn for company. Eric was 53 and trapped in his own ...oveless, sexless marriage with Mary, with two adult kids of his own. He used to have a dog, but “Arthur” had passed away a few years before we met, and he had had a few pets since, but none as close to him as the dachshund he lost. I guess Eric and I were both ready for love….and sex….with a new partner. I don’t think either of us was actively. ' 'Daddy?'Jenny whispered, a sudden heat of sheer lust exploding within her fragile,trembling body. 'Is this why you left us, so you could not make me likeyou?' Leonora, or Lena, as she liked to be called mutely nodded. 'It seemsthat you have found out things on your own. Did mother help you?''Yesss!' Jenny whispered. 'She helped, but only after I did it to myself.It must be in our genes.' Belinda laughed and at that Lena ushered thepair of gorgeously gowned people into 'her' spacious drawing. Then cherry brandy was poured over an upside-down spoon for a top layer, a maraschino cherry and pineapple slice were then added as a garnish.Arriving at the lounge I’d plead for a Singapore Sling, Edward checked with the bartender and if his criteria were met, he obliged. We sat at the bar so I could watch it made but was limited to two. Dinner was accompanied by an examination of the wine menu, a lesson about wine growing regions, vintage years and wines. By the time she hung up shecouldn't remember a single word she had just said. Should she dosome kind of first aid? She went back through to the bedroom andlooked at the man, trying to remember if this was the right timeto do mouth-to-mouth or CPR. Shaking, she realised even if itwere she didn't really know what to do anyway. The image poppedinto her head of the paramedics turning up just as she finishedkilling the man with botched kindness. Hot tears started pouringdown her cheeks and her.