I felt her tongue flicker over my lips and parted them obediently. Her tongue flitted into my mouth and flickered against mine. She kissed unlike any ...woman I'd ever known before. She'd alternate nibbling at my lip with those delightful darts of her tongue. Her lips rubbed against mine, soft and yielding. One hand insinuated itself under my shirt to caress my skin, the other remaining on my neck. At last she let me go and I sat up with a gasp."You kiss very well, Phil," she smiled. Again, though. I've been single long enough to know that married women aren't happy when they see single men and they just have to do something to fix that. They all have single girlfriends, never married, divorced, or widowed, they know are husband hunting and they can't help but try to put the poor guy together with one of those girlfriends, it's in their genes." Kind of cynical don't you think?" Cynical, no, realistic, yes. It or something like it has happened to me too many times for me not to recognize. It had grown out in the month she'd been with him. "When I can't sleep I read the books you've reviewed. I've been reading a lot lately." I hope you like the books at least." I do. At first I was just curious about what you liked but they've grown on me."Di studied his face for a moment. "Why can't we talk about what's going on between us?" Jason felt the tension move up the back of his neck."How would it help?" he said with more bitterness than he intended."I don't know," Di whispered as she. I entered the exam room and saw the patient, Mr. P, for the first time. He was 54 years old and seemed to be in pretty good shape. I checked his blood pressure and pulse, both of which were a little high, but that’s to be expected given the subject we would soon be talking about. The moment of truth arrived when I asked, ‘So, what are we seeing you for today?’‘Well, uhhh, erectile dysfunction.’Of course I already knew this because the scheduler asked the purpose for the visit when Mr. P made.