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began gently weeping, Ben didn’t ask questions, but gathered her into his arms and held her tight until she stopped.

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    “I did him,” she whispered into the phone with urgency after telling Kathy about Ben from the running trail showing up at her home in place of middle-aged Don Church.
    “Good for you,” Kathy said on the other end of the line.
    “No, not good.” Winnie paused. “Well, yes, it was good. Damn good. But I don’t even know him. He showed up this morning to do some repair work and I just about jumped him before he came through the door.”
    Kathy laughed.
    “I’m a tramp, Kathy,” Winnie continued. “I did him on my kitchen floor without a second thought.”
    “You’re not a tramp. You both wanted each other and you’re both free.” Kathy paused. “He is free, isn’t he?”
    “Shit,” Winnie said, running a hand through her hair. She was sitting on the edge of the tub in the master bathroom with the door closed. “I don’t even know. He could be married with three kids, for all I know.”
    “I doubt that, but before you jump his bones again, find out,” Kathy advised. “Now I gotta run. But keep me in the loop. And you’re not a tramp, Win. Come on, repeat after me. Say, I’m not a tramp .”
    “I’m not a tramp.”
    “Good girl,” Kathy said with a chuckle.
    “But I feel like a tramp,” Winnie shot back before Kathy hung up.
    “You okay?” Ben asked. He stood at the doorway to her bedroom dressed again in his jeans, t-shirt and boots.
    When Ben got up and disappeared into the downstairs bathroom, Winnie had scooped up her clothes and scampered up the stairs to the master bedroom where she’d locked herself in the adjoining bathroom and called Kathy. After the call, she took a quick shower. When Ben found her she was wrapped in a long silk robe, sitting on an upholstered chaise. It was her favorite spot in the house. The chaise was located next to a large sliding glass door that led to a narrow balcony. Seated, she could only see thick treetops and sky. It was where she did a lot of her thinking, reading, and reflection.
    She glanced over at him and smiled. “Yes, Ben, I’m fine. More than fine.”
    He walked over to her and looked down with concern. “Are you sorry we made love?”
    Winnie turned her head and glanced out at the trees with their full leafy crowns, then turned to look at him. She shook her head as tears started to well in her eyes again. Ben sat on the edge of the chaise and took one of her hands in his. “Then what’s the matter?”
    “It’s silly, really,” Winnie said, waving her other hand to dismiss her concerns. “I just never knew it could feel like that.”
    “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”
    “No, I have, but not like that. I thought those types of things only happened in movies and trashy romance novels.” She laughed and sniffed. Pulling a tissue from the pocket of her robe, she wiped her eyes and nose. “I’m just a silly old woman who behaved badly.”
    Ben shook his head. “You’re far from old and certainly not silly. And you didn’t do anything bad. In fact, you were quite good.”
    She shot him a surprised look, but didn’t say a thing.
    “I may be overstepping here, but didn’t you and your husband,” his voice trailed off before he finished.
    “I’ve only been with two men before today,” she told him. “In spite of how slutty I just behaved. My first experience was with my first boyfriend in college.” She laughed lightly as she remembered. “We were both virgins so there was a lot of clumsy bumping and poking. Then I met Edward, my now ex-husband, at the end of my sophomore year, and since then it’s been only him. He was a decent lover, at least when we were first together, but it was more mechanical than passionate.” She paused, then added with a blush. “Most of my orgasms were … um … self-induced.” She looked quickly away, embarrassed by her confession, and wondered why