Inevitably, Gary and Betty ended up in the barn. All evening, the tension had been building. Rambo was aware, oh so, painfully aware, that these two w...ere heading towards a sexual encounter. He could pick up the heightened temperature of their bodies. The pheromones the two were giving off buzzed around his nasal cavity like angry wasps in a jam jar. It was the hand holding and occasional clinches that really gave the game away though. Each clinch had her cardigan rise a little higher and one. . black heels, black stockings, black cocktail dress, white pearls around your neck . . . stunning. I wore a dark suit, white shirt, matching tie . . . conservatively dressed . . . you knew better though. Dinner was the same, sexy, casual, eating fine food in a dimly lit corner table for two, your leg gently against mine under the table, a fine bottle of wine to compliment the food next to my chair, ready to fill your glass. Appetizer, main course, fine dessert . . . the wine flowed all night. ”“Should we talk about Jesus forgiving those who crucified him?”“No, that won’t be necessary. It’s not a matter of forgiveness, John. It’s a matter of caring. I just don’t care. I can’t afford all of the emotional energy that would be required to hate. I have patients who need me to be at the top of my game. I just picked up another surgery—triple bypass—for Friday so I’ll be extremely busy all week. I was hoping that being married would help me deal with the stress and maybe it will,. Don’t you know what I am talking about?Mom: No.Me: I saw you in that position this morning.Mom (more scared this time): What position?As she was fully scared now, I thought of taking advantage.Me: I saw your private parts.Mom: (silence)Me: I won’t tell dad.Mom: (silence)Me: But…Mom: But what?Me: I want to see you in different costumes.Mom: what costumes?Me: I will tell you to wear different costumes, you have to wear them and come.Mom (scared): Wear and come where?Me: Don’t worry. Inside the.