I turned around to see a handsome older man standing next to a sports convertible. He gave me a winning smile and all I could think of was a man with ...a mid-life crisis. Well, I say mid-life, he must have been at least seventy.He motioned me over, so I complied. He told me his name was Kenneth, an old timer name to me. He said he had just moved to town and I was the prettiest thing he had ever seen in his long life. I could feel a funny tingle between my legs as he spoke to me. He had a sexy. Thankfully, I get teased a lot.I begrudgingly agreed that the seven day period was sensible, but in my more private moments, I wondered if Sue had actually imposed it as a way of driving me to an even higher level of need and anticipation. With every day that passed, my need for my fix grew stronger and my day-dreaming grew more constant.I was a total bag of nerves, totally obsessed by what was about to happen between Sue and Francis. I could think of nothing else and I was next to useless at. He set one on the small table beside Cathy, and the other in a cup holder on the arm of his chair.Cathy looked at the man fifteen years her senior and said, “Just suppose such a lady exists, would you go back into the group?”Tom gave a slow, serious nod, “In a heartbeat, I would. We had such great times and I know Sandra would approve.”Cathy said nothing for a few minutes, then got up and moved over beside Tom's chair. Kneeling, she took his hand in hers, and said softly, “I’ll do it. Tom. I'll. Preaching to the converted." She pulled his head down and gave him a kiss. "We both love you."Emma looked on, her heart brimming with happiness.That night the letter writer struck again leaving a pile of straw on the front doorstep. The accompanying note read:STRAW BURNS. GET OUT BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE.It was Jean Warner without a shadow of doubt. She was a little disconcerted by the security light coming on and looked straight at it but then, when nothing happened, she came on forward carrying.