"Jarrod, I want you to make love to me right now. I may not be very good since I have only been with one man but I promise to do whatever you ask." Je...nny, it's not about how good or how bad sex is. I love you and I have never loved anyone. I want to make love to every inch of your body. Just do what you feel comes naturally."She smiled at me. "We have a slight problem. Jerry is sleeping in his crib in the bedroom, so we have to make love on the couch and we have to try and be quiet."I kissed. "Won't be more than an hour, buses you know," she added with a smile of her own.I nodded knowing that if Aunt Becky was going into town then the bus service was every twenty minutes and the trip at least fifteen. That would, I reckoned, give me an hour with Gran ... providing I could keep the evidence of what I planned out of Aunt Becky's sight.Gran just sat there primly, ignoring the 'hired help' as it were; something she did when confronted with situations when she didn't really understand. “Which flavor do you like?” she asked, realizing she was asking because she wanted to know more about this decidedly above-average man who had suddenly interrupted her admittedly zoned-out shopping.“That kind. Lemon,” he said, pointing to a small container of lemon ice cream on the third aisle down. Julia looked at his hand as he pointed. It was a nice, clean, large, defined, hand. She imagined hi arm reaching past her to grab the ice cream, and what his arm would look like stretched out, would. We both agreed that we needed more time together, no matter how tired we were. As we finished dinner, the manager came by and asked how things were. I stood and whispered to him that the food was impeccable but that my wife and I needed to finish a conversation that might get a little heated. I quickly explained that I did not want to ruin the ambience of the dining room nor did I want to drive during the conversation. He nodded his and said we could use his office. I helped my wife out of her.