It was not a happy prospect."Why are things so blurry?" I asked, noticing for the firsttime how I couldn't see most of the room very sharply. Imight h...ave put this down to the coma, to those long unusedmuscles, but my vision wasn't clearing."Oh, silly," smiled Angela, reaching into a bedside drawer,"you're not wearing your glasses."Sighing, I donned the spectacles she handed me. Never, inany of my countless previous lives had I ever needed to wearglasses before. It was just one of many. His hands were on either side of my head and he was smiling at me. I giggled and rolled my eyes. Of course he would be ready for another round. He was Kevin. ‘That didn’t take long.’ I smiled at him. ‘You said sex.’ Kevin grinned back at me and lowered his head so he could kiss my lips. I was about to wrap my arms around him and try to get him hard enough so we could go another round when undeniable sound of a pager vibrating against the dresser caught our attention. My head fell back onto the. ...Another frustrating week passed by; some casual flirting at work nearly led to a back seat session in the police van but a call interrupted that. You had decided a long time ago that any sex was better than no sex, and if it meant cheating on your husband then so be it. You rationalised it by blaming him for being so shit in bed. You once joked with a close friend over drinks that you were so desperate you'd, "Fuck a tramp up a back alley if you didn't get some soon." The likelihood of. "Oh. Crap!" she groaned as Dilly cried out again. She sat up with obvious effort. She'd been working hard, even though she was flat on her back, using pelvic muscles and legs and arms, as well as those amazing internal milkmaid muscles. But her languor didn't last long. She whisked the baby up and onto the changing table, bubbly with him, telling him how happy Mamma was, and how lucky Mamma was, and how much she loved him. He kicked and burbled, his hands waving in the air.She looked over to.