She was quiet for a while but smiling she said, "I thought there was something funny about you being an escort that bothered me but I just couldn't pu... my finger on what it was."With a slight blush on her face she said, "I will say you did handle your escort duties quite well."She asked him why he continued to act as an escort"I have been a widower now for over a year. In trying to get over my wife's passing I was having difficulty in meeting women who attracted me. Female companionship was. Actually, I'vewritten it under the man, but I guess I'm supposed to be the girlwatching. This is really quite creepy because I don't actually rememberseeing anything like this. I do remember I used to think about crashesquite a lot. I just don't know why. I remember the psychologist who sawme telling Mum it was a "recurring motif". I was quite frightened ofcars for a while. I was totally scared of crossing the road and I guessthis picture comes from that time.That was about the time that.... It felt good to be appreciated.It was 6:20 when I got home. I hardly had time to get in the door when a squirming Jill jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. I opened my mouth to ask what the heck was going on only to find her lips locked to mine. I kissed back. I could always find out later.Later finally came."What are you doing here?" Boy. That's a great way to be welcomed. What are you doing here? I can always go home if you don't want me." I never said I didn't want you.. I imagined George, creeping down the hallway to indulge in conjugal connection with the shy, timid wife; or did she tiptoe along to red faced George's room, and then mount and gallop him, like he galloped his hunter with the Pewsey Hunt? Both vignettes seemed to be equally preposterous, given the nature of the two protagonists.After my return from furlough in Lincolnshire I had recommenced my visits to the Proctors' dinner table, and I became aware of some slight change to the atmosphere in the.