.. If it can go wrong – it will go wrong!" She gave a defeated sigh and looked up at him. "I did tell you!"Sam squared his shoulders and looked defi...ntly at the scones."That was just the first attempt," he dismissed. "Later we'll have another go." Later ... why not now?" Sarah asked, puzzled.Sam moved towards her his eyes gleaming."Now ... I have something else in mind." Oh?" Yes oh!" his hand reached out to touch her."Oh!!"There week followed a pattern. Every morning Sam would take her out for. She quickly sat back up and casually wiped a tear that had escaped and tried to run down her cheek. “He spent a few years after that as a fixer in political circles – nothing too heinous or criminal, just finding ways to fix problems for both sides. He took pride in being able to convince both sides to give a little to compromise.“Gustavo found his way to foreign intelligence and worked for the state until he retired at seventy-five. He put his two sons through college, and they both eventually. Not all of it, you understand. I didn't get hurt real bad, but my cousin ended up pregnant and kicked out of the house, and I got sent to live with my great-aunt and her husband until I turned sixteen, and ran away to Galveston. Jelly's family was from there, and I got a job with them for a while, so I didn't get into trouble like some did back then. Finally came back to find everything different. Wanted to get it together. Thought I'd get me some education, take a few classes, found out dicks. Charles pleaded that he had to catch up on his admin, as he'd been out all Saturday, and Sunday was now half gone, and he did escape; but not until after a lengthy and passionate snog.There's an old and pithy saying... "a stiff prick has no conscience" and it is true that Alison did not have enormous difficulty in seducing Charles. The other side of the coin, so to speak, is that sex is a bonding mechanism. There are those who can hop from bed to bed with no problems, but they are overcoming.