“Do you paint yourself?” he asked finally. “No, I don’t.”“Do you draw pictures or take photographs?”“Nope,” she said.He became painf...lly aware that she really didn’t want to talk to him, and even though he still flipped through his mental Rolodex of things to say to her, he could tell that he might as well have been a piece of office furniture or that annoying paper clip that went annoyingly astray from the pile. He considered it a form of abuse that would one day ease with time. Either this or. He then told me that he wanted a woman not a girl. He reached over and put his hand on my leg, I just lifted it off. He just smiled in a youthful way, that’s enough of that I said. I am old enough to be your mother. Touch is I was old enough to be his mom and to add to that I hadn’t had any affection for a long while. I have been separated for 2 years and had been in a sexless marriage for 3 years before that. My sex toys are fun but no substitute for the real thing. My ex-husband married right. The real estate agent I used to buy the house is the agent I use to rent it out. He has taken a video of each move in and move out. He is way more picky than I.I get a reasonable return on my investment and the town rakes the money in like leaves from the autumn trees. The agent and the handyman arrive together. It is understood that I make a profit ... and they split the rest.This is the first year the Basilisk is going to winter storage ... and I? I am going to make a go at trying to stay the. "Debbie laughed. "Well, that wouldn't be me. Don't get me wrong, I like guys and I like to date. I just can't line up my crazy schedule with anybody for more than a couple days at a time."The conversation was following our usual script to that point. Until... "Although," Debbie said teasingly, "if a guy as smart as you asked me out..."My eyes momentarily widened. Debbie blinked a couple times herself, surprised at what she'd said."Oh, hey, I didn't mean, you know, I wasn't.