Dinner was cooking in the oven on a Sunday morning. Sylvie had prepared a wonderful meal for us, our first. I rode over to her place, leaving at about 11 am and arriving about an hour later. I parked up, locked the bike, and rang the doorbell. Sylvie duly arrived and opened the door – she had barely had time to say “Hi, honey” when I scooped her into my arms and gave her a big romantic kiss on her lips. One of my hands ra...

Sunday morning was bright and sunny, the birds were singing, and everything was all right with the world. Breakfast was the usual fayre—toast and cereal. I was trying to decide what I was going to do today; I had no lessons and after a long week; I needed a form of release. I had not seen you for over a week and would not for another. Work was getting in the way of our fledgling relationship. It had started only a month a...