I can feel the deep breath he takes in slowly with my hand laying on his chest…as if my touch is just as reaffirming to him that I belong to him, th...t I am truly his. His fingertips under my chin tilt my head back so he can brush his lips gently over mine…once, twice, and then a third time. The soft and slow caresses of our lips make a beautiful dance of desire before need overtakes our leisurely pace. Moving as one, I wrap my arms around his neck as his go around my waist, lifting my weight. Do you believe it?”I shrugged. “It’s as good a definition as any. It works, and it’s easy to understand, not like all the psychological and philosophical gobbledegook that you hear. Why?”“Do you love me, by that definition?”It would have been easy to just say, Of course I do!, but I sensed that this was a serious question, even though I didn’t know where it was going. “Yes…” I said slowly. “It will be hard for me…I mean it would be hard for me to be happy if you weren’t happy. I’m not sure it. ..must have been in their 20's. I was looking for the screw still and they were just looking around and at me of course. I also took a good look at both of them. One guy was black the other was a red head. Both good looking. I am very much into black guys....I eventually asked them to see if they could help me find the screw and they of course helped for a while. Then the black guy joked and said since they can't find the screw they could screw me back at his place. Well, I thought about. ” As hints go, I supposed there had been worse. Certainly many with less appeal. “You must come over sometime,” I said, trying not to sound too keen, “and have a look; bring your things if you like.” I took in all of them with the invitation. “We’d love to, thank you,” smiled Amanda, “one evening perhaps?” After another minute of well-mannered negotiation I was going to see them all on the Thursday, Vicky and John too. Vicky in a swimming costume would be no hardship either, to be.