The words they said didn’t matter and, in truth, there was little they said which weren’t endearments. They were just sharing time, sharing space,...sharing their love for one another.Calix knew it could not last, but he dreaded what was to come just as much. Reluctantly, he moved Sophia off his lap and back to his side, wrapping his arm around her and holding her to him.He wasn’t sure how to start. How could he tell the woman he loved – one of the women he loved – the mother of his child, that. That’s what it’s all about, on and off the court!”“Who do you fancy for the Dubai Classic Final, then, Bill? The local girl who has all the support of playing at home or the American rising star whose backhand volleys are like cannon fire?”“For me, Mike, it’s got to be Sally Freeman again!”“Why’s that Bill?”“Well Freeman is three years younger and that means a lot at this level. She has the willpower and the physical staying power to last until the bitter end of the third set. I just don’t. “Ah, she’ll forgive you – eventually,” she teased. “Now, back to our discussion. I think we should wait on the meeting. They’re both going to be tired from the funeral and the flight.”“Yeah,” he agreed. “We need to have everyone with the same basic plan before we undertake this. We don’t want to screw things up.”“So, does that mean that you have a plan?” she teased her husband.“I thought that it was you who had the plan. All I had in mind was to be a friend to them – one on one.”“Hmmm. They. Take a sip and thenwe're going to dance.. just you and me," She smiles. "I have a goodfeeling a slow song is going to come up..." Y.. yes Mistress..." I say, taking a nervous drink, then extending mygloved hand for her to take...She grasps it firmly and almost pulls me off me seat as she heads to thedance floor, me stumbling along behind, skirt riding up to expose mystocking tops and suspenders... Of course I desperately try and pull itdown with my free hand as I go, but it's a futile.