. gee, I'm not sure what to say." Me too." I wasn't quite sure what she was alluding to, but it was easy to offer a sympathetic me too.After finishing... our communal shower and getting "dressed," (I wore a T-shirt and Ann wore a light cotton wrap, left unwrapped) we filtered back into the main room, a large space with a vaulted, open-beam ceiling. We chatted with people for a few minutes before the workshop was to resume.Ann put her hand on my arm and said, "Bill, I'd like you to meet a friend of. “I remember what it was like to be wrapped in loving arms, to feel safe and content.”“Yeah,” I said, as memories of Cathy rushed into my mind.“Maybe they’re right,” she said.“About what?” I asked, automatically.“Maybe we should sleep together.”“What?” I felt my shoulder go rigid under her head. She lifted it and looked at me.“They insist you love me,” said the woman who was quite possibly my best friend in the whole world. “I argued with them about that. I told them if you loved me, you would. ”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 be your partner if you'll let me."The look on his face was a mixture of wonderment, joy, and lust. A smile spread across his face. “Oh my, what a wonderful lady you are that you would do that for me.”Cathy laughed. “Not just for you, Tom. Remember, I am divorced, so not much sex in my life these days.”Tom reached out a hand and. Sometime soon after midnight I heard Claire crying. I jumped up and went to her door. "Claire, are you o.k.?" She said, "Bill, my legs are hurting again and I cannot sleep." "Do you want me to rub them, or get you something" I asked. She said, "its late, and I can't bother you. Go back to sleep." " Its o.k., I will rub your legs."As I sat on the side of the bed, Claire said, "You are going to make some woman a fine husband, Bill. You are so sweet and kind."I noticed that Claire was not wearing.