But I know that by now it must be tiring for her. I roll her over, and she assumes "the" position, keeping her hands and feet where I position them. T...his is "virtual bondage" a game we often play. It I press her wrist to the bed she is now attached and cannot move it until I release her. If I pull her wrists and ankles close to the corners of the bed, it becomes a stretch for her. Not so much uncomfortable as exciting. Cathy is so good at imagining things that I fear if I left her like this and. "Will you promise me this, please," he almost pleaded."What is it Matt," she looked at him."Promise me first," he said, holding the palms of her hand in his.She could see the tears in his eyes and her heart went out to him. She had never seen his cry before. She could see the ache in his eyes."God, Matt, what is it, are you in trouble, is it the c***dren, is it Julie," she asked.Suddenly, Matt's arms went around his sister's shoulders as he pulled her into his body. She could feel him. I lost my first wife, Rebecca, to cancer. My second wife to a deteriorating heart. I left behind a son and a daughter and four grandchildren, one of them pregnant. And I can’t even call their faces up in my mind anymore.”“But you don’t remember bidding on Desi’s virginity or learning to play the guitar,” she sighed. “Jacob, I’m so sorry. Sorry for all your losses, I mean. But I am so happy that you are here with me. I love you so much it hurts. Don’t turn away from us.”“You don’t hate me?”“What. Just from my visual examination of your general fitness, I can tell that you fit those bills, too. But there is more to you … a closeness that you offer to those around you and that you expect in return. I like that. It will certainly be a different situation than I’ve dealt with in the past. I am very interested in working here.”As the man spoke, I glanced at Liz. She looked back at me and closed her eyes just a moment longer than usual. We had never developed a system of shorthand to let us.