She said "are you kidding? I'm twenty-five and George is what, thirteen? If word got out about this I'd be locked up. Not only that but he's better th...n any "so called man I've ever met. I suppose you could say that yes, there is a problem. What am I going to do? I don't want this to end but I'm doomed if it doesn't!"I asked how anyone would find out. "You know there are several people who live with me. None of them will say a word about what goes on there. There are no neighbors and no one to. Her dress was buttoned to her long throat and reached at least to mid calf. It was dark blue and shapeless. Wisps of frizzy hair had escaped the confusion of pins holding it in place. “Helen, er may I call you Helen?” A slight nod. “Helen, I say this to all the girls. I need somebody I can rely on, somebody to back me up. I need some intelligence and the ability to take on my mood swings with some degree of aplomb. I need an organiser. Can you do that? “Yes sir.” She looked at me the first time. That’s probably due to the fact that she’s so short, 5’2”.For months I tried to figure out was I had done wrong. Finally, I couldn’t stand it and confronted her. She dismissed my needs with a wave of her hand. She said once we were married, she didn’t have to do those disgusting things any more. She told me that I was lucky that she “let” me screw her once a week.So that was my frame of mind as I walked the streets. I had been working downtown for a couple of years and had my standard lunch. "Have you heard the rumors?" What rumors?" God Kurt, the one where we went to bed?" I said, as tears filled myeyes."Shit, who would say such a thing?" I thought maybe you might have, you know said something to your friendsor something," I said, lowering my head as a tear dropped onto his hand.The tear was perfect, it diffused what I had accused him of and he nowwanted to make things right with me."Amanda, you know I would never say anything like that, especially aboutyou. You know I really like.