.but a mature man waits.?Nora had finally called Benny, and they'd gone on what was their second date... a quick movie and then coffee with ice cream....She was even more beautiful than before, explaining that she'd gone out of town to the?Bahamas with her friend Roger. "We're like, friends with benefits, you know." but she'd thought of Benny often.?Benny was absolutely compelled by her. Nora was about a decade younger than he was, twenty-six or so, but, despite her youth, she read the New Yorker. ..”“You nut,” I giggled. “You are an indescribable nut and it is with great joy that I regard you as my daughter.”“We got lucky, huh?” she said. “Both of us loving Dad.”“Yeah, it is soooo good.”“That’s sort of what I wanted to talk about.”There it is. Boinggggg! My antennae went up. Terri wants to talk about... “About?”“Loving Dad. You know we’ve talked before. I am trying to understand.”“So we talk.” I skewered her. “You’re not talking about...”She interrupted me before I could say that name. ‘How auld are you?’ she asked abruptly. Despite his years in Aberdeen Billy didn’t have an ear for dialect, the girl was Scots, he recognised that, but that was about as geographically accurate as he could manage, that she was from somewhere north of Berwick-Upon-Tweed. ‘Fifty-five,’ he answered truthfully. ‘You don’t look like a barmpot,’ the girl repeated as the attendant finally lowered the corrugated roller-shutter, clamped a robust-looking padlock through the hasp, shrugged on a thick. She paused from her work and took a moment to stroll to the windows, trying to figure out what her body wanted.It was very dark outside, with two lit covered walkways meeting at an angle nearby. Beyond that Jada stopped paying attention. She felt a little sleepy, but not exactly sleepy, a little tense, a little ... a little what? Excited? Yes, sort of, but it felt like a child’s excitement, awaiting the coming of tomorrow’s birthday presents. Jada blinked in surprise. She hadn’t felt like this.