He explains: "I only went to get the mirror, thought I'd only be gone afew seconds. But then I felt that I needed to use the bathroom - I onlythought ...it would take a second, but it turned into a number two. I'mreally sorry." He's massaging the small of her back. It feels reallygood to her. She now regrets thinking those bad thoughts about him."I'm so sorry, Emma, can you forgive me? Do you want to stop? Should Itake the straps off?" No, it's okay," she says. She HAS forgiven him, and feeling. She would use her big mouth to get things on track and not give up until she felt it right down to her pretty painted toes. I figured she would hit on one of the broke cowboys down at the saloon and bribe him with some free booze until he delivered the goods and scratched her itch the old-fashioned way from behind with her face buried in the pillow to muffle her screams.I have to admit the entire affair made me a bit jealous, but I knew it was all my fault and there was nothing I could do about. He knew exactly how I liked the flora. His work was impressive and, like the woman I am – giving credit where it is due – I complimented him – perhaps a little too much. But he was rather yummy to say the least and have to admit that on the rare days I was at home and he was doing my gardening, I loved just to sit and watch, that hunk of a young male figure did everything for me and made me realise just how much I missed a man. It had been two years since Alistair died in a car crash and I. You know a couple weeks ago we had to read a Shakespearean sonnet in our World Lit class. We paired off to practice and she's been sitting next to me in class so we worked with each other. I'm reading this sonnet and we're supposed to mark the cadence and rhyme scheme and she rolls her eyes at me. 'It would rhyme if you read it with an English accent, ' she said. Then she proceeded to correct my pronunciation and accent on every word." Did it work?" Yeah. Incredible. She never got a chance to.