What comes first?It doesn’t matter, does it? Chicken or the egg. Silly really, it doesn’t matter, one thing follows the other: a lift home from a ...Friday after-work gathering, my husband away for the weekend on business, Judd's wife off visiting her parents. Then he provides a considerate escort to my door. We're beyond flirting, none of our emotions are effectively disguised. I make an offer for him to come in for another drink. One thing follows another.When it happens, when the emotions. I know, first hand, how she was feeling. Some years ago, about a month after my husband and I separated, a similar situation happened to me. My life was a chaotic mess at that time. I didn't have a job, and was worried about how I was going to raise two young children alone. It was a very stressful time, and I was sad, confused and very vulnerable.One night, in late fall, I needed to run some errands. I decided to go alone and had a local high school girl, who had watched my boys before, baby. Bahut romantic sa lag raha tha. Hum dono ek dusre ka badan mein lipat gaye.Who apna boobs mere chest par ragadne lagi. Main to pagal sa hone laga tha. Kuki abhi tak humne koi dinner ni kiya tha. Maine bola, “Ruko abhi dinner order karna hai.” Humne khana order kiya aur maine baahar jaakar 2 Redbull ki bottle layi. Ye ek tarah ki energy drink aayi.Aadhe ghnte mein khaana aa gaya. Maine jaakar receive kiya. Nikita abhi bhi bus panty mein hi baithi hui thi. Maine bola kapde organ ne ko to boli. I was able to get my outside foot loose, but the bike fell toward the inside of the turn. I think I was picking gravel out of my knee for three days after that!"Charlotte laughed and we swapped anecdotes of our riding experiences for a few more miles. When we reached the Corners, we took a breather and each ate an energy bar before heading back.Charlotte, it turned out, lived only a couple of blocks past my house, so when I invited her in for a cold drink, she accepted.We talked about cycling.