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Garry, shaking my hand. We went out of the graveyard to the coffee shop on the street.”
     
    “Hmmm …so far, I like it … our elusive non-dater is now asking a man to coffee?!”  Sophia spoke up, a naughty smile coming to her lips .
     
    Laura smiled back at her. Sophia had always supported her through the hard times, often talking to her over phone in those late-night calls.  
     
    “Well you all remember how I was when John first passed away?”  Laura asked. They could hear the break in her voice.
     
    “Yes.”  Cynthia said. Sophia and Marsha nodded quietly.
     
    “I thought I could help Garry the way my friends had helped me.  Any ways, we got to the coffee shop and sat down for a while. He told me about himself a bit more.  Get this, he is an aspiring writer, working on plays, so you know, that gets the conversation going really well” Laura says.
     
    “We even discussed some of the ideas he’s come up with, along with some of my books.  He tells me he’s seen my books on the shelves, but truthfully doesn’t feel they would be his cup of tea.  You know I have to chuckle at this, because any guy who said he read my stuff, I’d have to really wonder about.  They are romances after all.”
     
    They all started laughing.  Suddenly the meeting started feeling more enjoyable …they were intrigued by what Laura had to offer in her story.
     
    “I have to agree, I am still shocked that John used to read your stories for you.”  Cynthia said with a twinkle in her eyes. 
     
    “That’s because he was all man, a very secure man”  Marsha spoke up, repeating a  phrase that Laura would tell them so many times in the past when they would pick on her about John reading her romances.
     
    “Right, John was all man, and no one will ever measure up to him, that’s why I hadn’t dated anyone since he passed away.  But I did feel the gentleness and confidence like that of John in Garry, and I took a bit of pity on Garry also, and perhaps there was alaso a spark of interest … I’d have to admit. 
     
    "Maybe that’s why I agreed to go to his place at that time, to take a look at his a play, a favor that he asked for" Laura said smiling a bit shyly .
     
    “Oh ...this is getting interesting! …so tell us Laura, what went on after you got to his place?”  Sophia said, leaning forward a little in her chair  
     
    “Ok, wait, I am getting there .... I won’t hold back anything … promise”  Laura said. She took a sip from her wine glass and then contniued
     
    “We got to his place. It was a nice place, but you could tell who ever lived there wasn't wealthy or well off.  Not much in the furnishings, a couch, a television, and a computer desk.  He showed me one of his plays. It was ok …and made him seem genuine 
     
    “Well, the first day nothing much happened ... we discussed the books and themes a bit and our personal lives. But you know what, right before the weekend he invited me out again and after dinner suggested we go to his place again where he wanted to discuss his new manuscript and seek my inputs
     
    "We went to his place and had wine, while talking about his work. Now, I’m not going to make excuses, but it had been a long time since I’d been with a man, and he was good looking and a like spirit you know, plus the wine and all. Soon, we were making out on his couch, it felt really nice, but a little wrong, since his wife had passed away not too long ago.  I did understand the need for affection though, and he claimed he was okay with it, he just wanted to have something that was real” 
     
    “Wait, you haven’t told us what he looked like, so far,  tell us that first and then the other details!”  Marsha interrupted her, now a lot of interst in her voice.
     
    “Well, he stands about 6 foot tall. Slim but not in a thin way. Very muscular.  His hair is dark brown. Though he’s a writer, it looks like he keeps his body in shape.  Good smile. You know,