"My son nodded again before continuing, "How do you know you're 'passionate' mom?"This line of questioning was more than frustrating to me - it was qu...estions that I often feared to ask myself, echoing hurt-filled comments that my husband threw at me years back. So my response had a little less thought than I intended, "I am 'passionate' because my body and my mind often responds to the slightest provocation."That peaked his attention and he dared to ask the next question, "Like when you are. Her fingers were already clicking before her brain even had time to protest.When the erotica site opened in her browser, Amanda felt her juices start flowing before she’d even read one word. Her escape and guilty pleasure in the final year of her short marriage, the racy writings of her favorite author always captivated and excited her.She’d stumbled across the site and his writing by happenstance, as she would have never even considered reading sex stories – let alone stories about incest –. Picking out a simple black belt with a gold clasp from thedresser drawer, he cinched it across his tapered waistline under hiscardigan before inspecting his reflection, long red locks draped downhis right shoulder from his loose ponytail that he decided to keep.Yeah, he told himself, not too dressed up, and not too frumpy.A soft knock on his door shook him from his musings. Opening the door,he was greeted by Tamara, dressed in wedges and a sporty green polodress ending just above her. She looked at it and almost fell over. Then she handed it back saying, "You don't understand. Jim wants to do you as a study. Never have we seen two people who have undergone greater torture to achieve their happiness than you two. It's his gift. Please accept it."Kathy was puzzled and looked it. She insisted that they accept the check which Kerry did, reluctantly. Then Kathy asked, "How do you know? It's not true for me, of course, but it's true of him. But how do you know?"Jim put his arm.