I hope you meet another nice guy. My wifegoes to the gym on Thursday nights. If you want, we can have a drinknext week. Just a drink."I nodded. "That ...ould be okay, Alan. Contrary to what everyone thinks,we don't try to sleep with everyone we meet. We have occasionalconversations, too."He nodded. "I need someone to talk to," he said. "I don't think any ofmy friends would understand." Don't think of it as a big deal, Alan," I said. "It's just panties. Noone can see them. No one knows they're. It wasn't like it was a secret or anything; we just preferred to get on with the day job when we were working."Thanks," I said. "Yeah sure. It's a very different place."Tricia pulled out of the airport and down onto the M4, heading into London. "How's things?" I asked Harry.He grunted in response. "If you're worried about your writer we've got her back." Great," I said, "Did she get far?" No, not too far but we had a hell of a job getting her back. She found a way to fuck up the chip in her. Then i walked out of the bathroom.She was standing at the end of the hallway and called me into her room. I was confused but walked right in. There she was naked and still dripping wet lying on the bed. I got hard instantly and she saw my raging boner right thru my boxers. She reached out and slowly began to stroke it. I was dumbstruck as i stood there while she worked on my dick. She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and said "Fuck me. I need a cock deep inside me." She leaned. " Jim, have you forgiven Petra? You won't allow yourself to resent me and the way I hid my condition from you, that I had to leave you. But you are bitter toward Petra because she pushed us together, and didn't tell you I could get ill. Jim ... would you rather not have had the time we did have? Would it have been better not to have loved, and be loved?"Her expression somehow managed to be serene, and loving and warm, questioning and stern all at once. She didn't rush me, but let me contemplate.