"David smiled at his business partner. Holding her in his arms he remembered how after two years of teaching, she got disillusioned with the professio... and took a job dispatching trucks with her father's company. He remembered when her father had promoted him from driver to dispatcher and how they both rose in the company. His thoughts saddened when he remembered five years ago when Kevin Wilson died of a sudden heart attack. The memory of sitting in the lawyer's office with Karen's mother also. Those weren’t skirts, not really, they were invitations.Why didn’t more women wear skirts these days? They were very feminine, very fetching, really. It seems like women, those that wanted to be taken seriously, wore business suits with pants. Women who wanted to attract a mate or, and this was really sad, or who had given up, both wore stretchy pants. On the former, it was usually attractive and on the latter, was an eyesore. Odd that.I finished my tea just as the bus arrived but didn’t get. I couldn’t let it go, for a while. Then by the time I knew, that you were the one, even more, and I’d missed my period, I was with you and he wouldn’t talk to me and it could have been either of yours...”Tony’s mind raced as he tried to remember the detail of those first weeks. Intense was the word. Nothing would have been allowed to stand in the way. Nothing. He’d have battered down any barrier to be with June; and she had felt the same way, he was sure.It was no surprise some other guy had. She still had a lot to learn, however, she was excited at the prospect of working with patients and their myriad of problems whether they be physical, mental, emotional or even, and here she always giggled, sexual. It was by chance that she stumbled upon this career choice when one of her last boyfriends had had an awful motorcycle accident that had left him almost paralysed and near suicidal with depression. Nothing Emma did had seemed to help, however, she was ever present as his therapist.