Small steps. One foot in front of the other. Swingthe hips in a rolling manner. Keep the arms up, wrists limp, palmsupturned.Over and over. Back and f...rth. For an hour. When I messed up she would getangry. A few times she slapped my face. Finally she seemed pleased. Or atleast she didn't slap me or seem so angry.At 10 p.m., she said, "OK sissy, that's enough. You have a long daytomorrow. It's your bedtime."I thought about protesting. In bed at 10? But before I did I felt theburning on my butt. He lets her have her time out and just expects her to take care of him at home. “Taking care” doesn’t include sex. He’s an older man and for him the physical exertion is just too much. Long story short: he isn’t meeting her sexual or emotional needs and I am. I got there earlier than her, sat down and enjoyed a mixed drink until she arrived. The place has come off quarantine and is now allowing inside and outdoor dining. They don’t even bother trying to rush you out, but they charge full price. Helen finally stuttered, "yes, no, not exactly," and instantly knew that this was the wrong thing to say."That," Miranda’s voice was now dripping with sarcasm, "makes me really curios. How do you not exactly have sex?"Helen tried to come up with a plausible story, but an instant later Miranda was already babbling away again."Never mind, I talked to Erica from the gym yesterday, and she told me some interesting news about the Miller’s. I’ll bring lunch and get you up to date with the newest. I wouldn’t have minded having pictures of you two and me getting published since that might have forced Haley’s hand where her and I are concerned. Convince her to tell the world that we are not a couple at least.”“You could do a lot worse than Haley Simmons,” Katie said.Tyler took her hand and kissed it, “I could also do a whole lot better.”“If that beautiful woman over there wasn’t so into you, and you so into her,” said Cile, “you would get very, very lucky tonight.”Her arms were wrapped.