”We settled into a pleasant chat while I made myself some dinner, and she whipped up a miracle in her kitchen. I told her about the plant and about ...my support group.“You really need a support group?” she asked, clicking her tongue in vexation at how much this had affected me.“I do, for all sorts of reasons,” I told her. “This all came out of the blue for me. Beth had checked-out emotionally, years ago. I found out she didn’t love me, she cheated on me, and she infected me with an STD - all on. I tried reading, but couldn’t focus on my eReader. Not even on Kenneth Rexroth, John Dunne or Pablo Neruda. The anticipation made my heart race and was setting every nerve ending in my body flashing, making me feel tingly, nervous and excited. I knew I would see him, but when? And what would I expect when I landed? I finally succumbed to a cocktail to calm my nerves. I could have used two, but I didn’t want to be tipsy when I got off the plan, or worse, tired. The last glimpses of light backlit. ..Ian then simply asked " and would you?"..."Would I what" I asked, knowing full well what he was meaning..."well if the three of us fancied a bit of fun, could you handle us all"...I looked at him and gave him a wry smile " I have handled more than three before don't you worry" and with that I gave him a wee peck on the cheek and told him I would meet him and the others in an hour or...I could tell he was desperate to make a move on me there and then, but the tease in me just wanted to keep. He had just been to the gym, and was wearing a tracksuit. As often happens at these gatherings, people pair off in conversational groups, and I soon found myself in an exclusive dialogue with him.As histories were exchanged, I learned that he had been a fairly good sportsman, and was in the advertising industry. Lavon was not involved and had recently turned thirty years old. He was engaging, intelligent, and had the most infectious smile I had ever seen. After an hour, we had moved a fair.