I can’t stand seeing her like this. I need to pull myself together.“Ava, you mean everything to me you know that.” No response from Ava. “I’...ll give it another shot, alright?” Ava still doesn’t respond. Her eyes are closed, surrounded by tear stains. She’s still upset. I’m realising I still need to finish the bed-bath: “But first I need to finish your bed-bath, honey. Then we can-“ Ava interrupts and bursts out: ”That’s exactly what I mean! Why do you first need to finish the bed-bath? It's so. Em was almost 28 years old at this point, and though not worrying about her body clock unduly, was certainly worried that if for any reason she could not make Jim stick (and there seemed to be no logical reason why not) then time to find another prospective father for her children would start running out. Like I said, I heard the ‘But’ of her relationship with Jim coming from a long way out, but the next turn of events made me jump a little for its familiarity, and I prayed again that I had. Slowly he nibbled at her ear, neck, and jaw. Soon passion took over and encompassed their entire being.With a look of innocence on her face, she slowly began lifting his shirt. He raised his arms to be freed from the cotton which limited her touch. She flung the shirt across the room and raked her fingers over his chest then down his stomach. Slowly she circled the waistband of his shorts from front to back then slowly worked her fingers up his back to his shoulders. Holding tightly she began. So now you're all mine, at least for a while. You were quite expensive, you know." You've got to be kidding," she said, not sure if she should be amazed at this guys delusions of his own charm, or to be insulted and his assumptions that she could be bought. She decided it was time to get out of here. When she tried to lift herself out of the chair, her arms didn't seem to respond to her desire to push herself up. Still too weak from fainting, she supposed, or whatever happened."Please, dear,".