I was startlingly beautiful. Beautiful yes! But beautiful for the boys!It was like I instinctively knew what it was that would fulfill myfemale needs,... and it wasn't going to be playing with myself either.This was perhaps the most ironic thing I had ever discovered, becauseas a man I had known that if I wanted fulfillment in sex that I couldeasily get it even alone - especially alone! Not so, the woman. For whatdrives men to sulk and skulk in closets and play with themselves also seemsto drive. ” The heavy door swings open and his father’s face looms into view. I’m not joking when I say it’s a carbon copy of how Joe will look when he’s fifty. The same gleaming blue eyes and mischievious smile. Father and Son embrace for a moment before his Father turns his attention to me. “You must be the much anticipated Rachel? Joe is punching way above his weight I can see.” He leans towards me and almost crushes my ribs with his hug. “So lovely to meet you, Mr. Burton.” “Oh please, let’s not. You and Mary haven't gotten past 2nd base yet. Now you wouldn't hesitate to go for a grand slam, but it seems "the 'rents" are at least one obstacle you'll have to pass."You must be John," Mary's mother greats you. "I'm Marie and this is Mary's father, Jacob." I'm barbequing ribs, chicken, salmon, corn on the cob, and potatoes, " Mary's father told you. "I tried for a bit of variety for you. I hope there is something there you'll like." It all sounds great," you tell him. Did he really expect. Sunday wasalways movie night. The couple cuddled together, watched SteelMagnolias, ate popcorn and just relaxed, comfortable in each other'scompany. Sunday night they made long slow love. Rose used every trickshe had learned over the years to ensure Jack's night was a memorableone. She did love him and wanted him to know it as he went through hisupcoming crucible.Monday morning was different and about to bring an earth-shatteringtransformation to Jack's life. As the volume on the clock.