she is in her fifties and burning with love outside the wide window is a world blackened by night so deep and distant it feels as though they are alone absolutely alone in all the universe the twinkling of fluid moonlight across the lake is like the shine of far distant stars and she wraps her arms around his neck he turns from the typewriter and kisses her gently on the lips then again harder she touches his cheek she sinks into his arms and into his lips and into him his fingers tug at the straps of her nightgown her breath short and sharp as she fumbles with his belt and she reaches inside and when she touches him she moans and shudders he sweeps the papers off his desk shoves the typewriter aside he lifts her onto the desk and presses himself to her and into her she wraps her arms around his head and draws him to her breast i love you i love you i love you .