That’s really what sharing you is all about isn’t it? If she can please you like that it will help her confidence.’ ‘Mmm, I suppose so. You do...’t think she’s ready yet?’ ‘Well, I don’t know,’ I said, then it suddenly dawned on me. ‘Come on Mike,’ I laughed, ‘I think I know you well enough now to realise that you wouldn’t have raised this unless you had a man in mind. Am I right?’ ‘Well, yes you are. I have in mind a nice young man, the same age as Jo. Very handsome, very considerate and almost. ”“Oh, Adam ... Lately I’ve been hearing the tick-tock of my biological clock. I don’t want to end up like Ginny Chambers -- a bitter, old spinster. Meeting you on that job for your landlord made me evaluate where I am in my life. You’re right about us learning to trust each other. I’m afraid I’m on the slow end of the learning curve.”“Well -- at least you haven’t been burned. That’s something. Kara -- because this is new to you, I’m going to let you set the pace.”She put her hand on his arm. Territory ends at the wall."Master Gunnery Sergeant Berkowitz considered this, and admitted to himself that this was true. Now he decided that this was probably a journalist out to cause an incident, so he closed the window of the gatehouse, reasoning that if he ignored the troublemaker he would eventually tire of whatever trick he was trying and go away. If the man was a suicide bomber, the walls and armoured glass of the window would protect the embassy from serious damage.Through the window. But a different kind of funny than Tami. It couldn't be love, because it was different from what I felt for Tami. It wasn't just lust. I knew what lust felt like. Lust was Robbie's sister, Samantha, who not only was a swimsuit model but had just missed getting the cover of this year's Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. After sitting across from her at dinner I knew the editors were crazy.So to recap: I was in love with Tami. I felt something more than lust for Robbie. And I'd give my spleen.