When they finally left — only because the place was closing — Pru was sweaty, exhausted and glowing.In their bed, Pru whispered to Terry, "I never...knew I could have orgasms just from a dance."Terry reached for her. "Are you ready for more?"In the morning — not too early — Pru and Terry met for breakfast with Maria. Manuel was off with the children on an outing to an OC park near the bay. The discussion merely confirmed for Terry the enthusiastic support Maria felt for the NT Basic Ed project. Maybe.”“And when James said he was sorry about your husband, what happened?”Sarah took a tissue from her pocket. “All I could think about was Mike’s funeral – that sunny San Diego day with all the members of his SEAL Team pounding their badges into the lid of his casket.” She wiped her eyes. “And then he said he knew how it felt.”“And that’s when you went after him?”“Yes.”“Sarah, while you were in Dallas, I talked to my friend at Walter Reed. James does know how it feels. In his last recon. Well, it looks clean and it isn’t too fancy,” she said. She scanned through the book, stopping every so often to read something. “Wow, there are a lot more than I would have thought.”She handed the book to Dad. I picked up one of the magazines and looked at a few pages. All the people were smiling and none of the guys had boners. There were families that all looked like they were having a great time. They had picnics and games. There were boats to use and even a café where people ate naked!. He traveled for work quite a bit. Usually leaving Monday morning and returning Friday evening. Far too many dinners alone staring at his reflection in the mirror behind the hotel bar. He did get smiles and looks from others. Never an overt offer, but enough suggestive conversation that he was sure he was getting hit on by women, men and even a couple once. But he never pursued it. They were not her. The text conversations always helped to keep him sane. She was always there. And she did care..