I asked him about his family and he said that he was married and his wife went to her hometown and that was why he wanted to meet me.Suddenly he said ...it was time for the session. I was expecting this but I won’t lie, hearing those words always makes me nervous!He guided me to the washroom and told me to freshen up. I peed and emptied my bowels as a precaution. By the time I was back, he was sitting on the sofa waiting for me. As soon as he saw me, he had a wicked smile on his face.He. A twenty-year fantasy about to come to fruition, for good or bad. And now, having marched me to the top of the hill, with four little words my sweet wife had marched me all the way back down.I lifted my head to the ceiling and laughed out loud, Sue looking at me as if I was some kind of demented lunatic. She wasn’t far wrong.I squeezed her tight, holding her like I never wanted to let her go, lest she and these last twenty years of happiness disappear as if they’d never been.I kissed her with. When she bends over, I can see a tattoo running down, or up, her inner thigh. I wonder how high up it goes.As we visit, she stops by our table several times. Paul jokes and flirts with her and she is a good trooper and jokes back with him. I throw in the odd comment or two, which she laughs at.On one of her visits, she sits next to Paul. She stays for about five minutes and I am sure he gave her leg a quick rub or squeeze at one point. She didn’t slap his hand away. She even gently gave him a. ’ ‘No problem,’ said the guard, sounding impatient, ‘It’s our job.’ Brevila broke into hysterical laughter, but that was allright, crazy people did that all the time. They walked through endless tunnels. Every door opened for the guard’s call. ‘Was’ opened for the guard’s call, Brevila corrected herself, she had to stop thinking like a crazy person. Finally they stepped out into fresh air. The blinding, eye-piercing, headache-inducing, light of day had never been so welcome. Brevila couldn’t.