NOVEMBER, 2014
There I was, two years after my wife’s death, reconsidering that matter about my supposed lack of need for a partner or for s*x.
I felt it, of course. Johanna attracted me on many levels, why deny it.
She was a very good friend, we had a good time when we met. I liked her smell. Her voice relaxed me. I liked what I saw, that must be said as well. She was not a sculptural beauty, but she was quite a pretty woman and she had large breasts, a detail that attracted me very much. I could understand why that hateful panther had become infatuated with her. There was something in her eyes, in the way she smiled, in her ability to draw information out of me, in how calm I felt when she was around. Something that called to me.
But even so, it took me some work to understand that,
