..really do like me.”Jane burst out laughing. Then, seeing the startled look on his face, bent down and kissed him, warmly. “You idiot!” she s...aid, still laughing. “I can’t believe you even thought I might not like you.” She rolled over on top of him, her face close to his, and said, more softly, “I even liked you on that first day, even though I hated you too. When you came back and kissed me, I could tell you were sorry you’d scared me and made me cry. And anyway, you knew darn well. I had met a red head who was eager to talk with me and began a nice conversation with that young man, he was on the first year of university and after a while I had to go to the toilette which was at the back of the compartment. I unzipped to pee and after five seconds or so there was a knock on the door. I called out “occupied”, but heard a familiar voice on the door asking me to open the door as the ticketman was approaching and he had no money to buy a ticket. It was a silly excuse but I. .dirty thoughts here lately about doing stuff”Of course I knew what he was talking about; he had been having sexual urges and desires; all of which are perfectly understandable. For some reason though I got curious as to what EXACTLY he had been thinking about. “About what?” I asked in my best nonchalant voice.“I don't know things like sex, and blowjobs, and hanjobs, and cumming in a girl’s mouth and...”At this point he must have looked at me, and I can only imagine what I must have looked like. He was friendly with the waiter and even stopped a passing waitress to ask about a recent illness in her family he had heard of. By the minute I was growing fonder and fonder of the new Peter.I realized that actually the "New Peter", wasn't new. He was back to being the young, happy guy I had first met so many years ago. Warm, friendly, interested in everyone and everything. I knew that I had been responsible for the loss of a lot of that when we were married. Instead of supporting him I had.