It could be better for both of us.”“It makes me feel kind of weird.”“That’s your Mum and Dad speaking. Men don’t have to know everything.�...��“Yeah, but sex, I mean if a guy doesn’t know what he’s doing, it’s… well it’s embarrassing.”She got up and cleared the plates.“Finish your wine, it doesn’t go with apple pie.”She returned a moment later with the pie on a small tray.“How come I’m being treated?”“It’s Tuesday, you always say Tuesday’s hell. That deserves an occasional treat doesn’t it?”She. Then, I felt his hands on my breasts. I pulled away and told him I wasn't in the mood for a swim, and could I please have the picture of us."He said it was in his darkroom, and that I should come with him to make sure we got the right one. There was a dim light burning in the darkroom. I don't know how he ever found anything. He kissed me, and I'll swear, Sammy, it was just like you kissing me. I kissed him back."I was beside myself, not wanting to hear any more. "Could it have been the drink. ’ I could feel his stare even though my back was turned. I glanced at him and he had one eyebrow raised, as though he’d detected the lie. I didn’t elaborate, but continued to get things ready to eat. Soon we were eating the pasta and laughing as always. There was no opening in our conversation for revealing my secret. So I waited until we were seated on the sofa, wine in hand and the dishes done. ‘Daniel, how long have we been friends?’ I nervously ventured. ‘Around 6 years, I think,’ he. ”Glen knew the Sheriff well enough to know that he would carry out that threat. He fumed at the invasion of his privacy that this represented. He was going to have to put up with strangers for ten days. He stated, “I can’t do it. This place isn’t fit for human occupation.”“That isn’t stopping you from living here,” countered the Sheriff.“Shit,” retorted Glen. He looked around his unfinished cabin and tried to imagine four people living in it. He added, “I don’t even have beds for them. They’ll.