Oh my.”A couple. She’d heard them coming, but it took everything she had to even glance their way instead of staring down at the man between her l...gs.“Julias ... some ... kine are...”“Honey? What’s ... um...” The husband. Beatrice could see the subtle twinkle of a ring on his finger, and the woman’s.A couple in their early thirties, wearing nice clothes and nice perfume and nice cologne. Beatrice could smell just the touch of it mixed with alcohol.“Julias, come on, they’re – nng!” Her man. Still I didn’t want to give any of the private stuff away so I had to be a little more professional than I actually felt. ‘Yes, of course. Fine.’ ‘And the job…? Not too bad?’ ‘Oh, no. Went fine.’ Then that didn’t really seem to be enough for either her or me so I brightened my voice and added ‘I really, really liked it, really. It was amazing!’ Which of course it was. And then I could hear her turning happy at the other end and I jumped back in to say ‘I just have a minute but wanted to tell….’. At last I agreed to do what she suggested, but was shocked when she immediately reached over to pick up the bedside phone to call Andy!He was coming over, right now! I jumped up and collected my discarded shorts and t-shirt. Donna watched as I hurriedly dressed, all the while talking quietly on the phone to Andy. Finally she hung up the phone and rolled onto her back, still smiling at me. God, she was beautiful.I like my body just fine, I'm happy with what I see in the mirror, but Donna... she. It's the usual twelve step process with open group meetings, presentations and one-on-one discussions with our clinical staff."I left him to go visit a friend, Mark, from the Enology program at Davis. He had been the wine maker for a small winery, but when I talked to him, I found he had bought the place from the owner. When he started there, a part of the package was a small cabin on the property for him to live in. Now he had moved into the former owner's house and offered the cabin to me for.