Across the room he watchedthe computer screen. The blue line indicated his download was proceeding asexpected. 10 minutes to completion.He walked back... to the computer. Maybe he could find something on therealready to distract him while the download completed. He opened a few textfiles he'd found on a sight of erotica. Nothing thrilled him tonight. Evenhis lust seemed asleep. In fact tonight he felt dead inside.This dead feeling had occurred a lot lately. Nothing seemed to make him feelreally. Then the tantalising smell of bacon cooking. He grinned, picked up his electric shaver and began to remove his five o’clock shadow. Satisfied he ran his hand over his chin and face, then picked up his aftershave and applied a small amount to his face. He pulled on a pair of loafers and headed for the door. In the kitchenette Mrs Jarnewski had the plate warmed and was piling bacon, tomato and scrambled eggs onto it. She placed a small rack of toast on the counter and poured a strong black coffee. Regarding her second query, I simply said that I was not starved for sex in my marriage.It took Helen a while to come up with her question. Gnawing on her lower lip, she cuddled up close. In a low voice, she asked, “When was the last time you and Erika made love?”Helen had met my wife and remembered her name. I had to smile at her hesitancy. I told her that Erika and I made love last night.“And was it good?” Helen asked. She had lowered her eyes, avoided the dirty words, and now blushed.I. The legionnaires are nervous; I can see it from here. Unless a miracle happens, they will be surrounded and killed. Every last one of them. Of course, we have such a miracle up our sleeve. My cavaleria centuria, one hundred elite horsemen, led by me, General John Doe, hidden in thick woods just off the field."General, are you sure we will be enough?" This young Sicilian is my brother-in-arms and friend Marcus. If he is nervous, I can only imagine what the other men must feel. I speak slowly.