Mum’s death is going catch up with me; I’m numb at the moment. You know what it’s like, that’s why I’ve come to you. I want to be near you w...en it hits. I know you’ll understand. I need your support.”“Ah!” John sighed. “Well, I’m not out of it myself yet, so we can support each other. I’m not trying to get rid of you, stay as long as you need to or want, but how long were you thinking of staying?”“Why? Had you something planned?”“No, nothing all this year. I know some widows and widowers go on. She knew it meant he would be fantasizing that he was she and getting it hotly somewhere from someone, and that the bra and the string would come off at some point. She knew he would masturbate himself to a very hot climax. She had seen him do that once, by accident. This still fuelled her own fantasies, along with those that flowed from her knowledge that he enjoyed sex on the run himself sometimes. She checked the time again. It was now nearly ten-thirty. Hot masseur time. She’d get a call. A leisurely sigh came in a sheer waterfall from his pale, faintly colored lips. Back into the room as he reached into his love’s closet for any pair of clothing, choosing black on black and his boots. Apollo’s rays had warmed the air up a few degrees before he left the tavern, making his way back home to retrieve his caramel-colored wallet from the mantel in his living room. Yet, when he entered within those absent walls, the alluring scent of roses, tea and a variegated sort of flowers stung. And I'll try to answer any questions you may have." I still love you as much as I did before, Carmine. I never stopped and there has never been anyone else for me before or since. Hugo had nothing to do with my love for you. You can believe that."And now for the real question. Carmine was just watching me, his eyes giving nothing away. I had to ask."Can I ask how you feel about me, Carmine?"Carmine continued to look at me, his eyes giving away nothing. As I began to fidget, nervously awaiting.