I still cannot quite believe I did what I did.

The children keep giving Jethro and I strange looks; they must wonder why we are not together. Why, in fact, we are on opposite sides of the room, barely even looking at one another.

However, there is a good reason why this is so.

I shall tell you.

I offered to give Jethro a lift to this event; I knew he would conveniently 'forget' otherwise.

When I arrived, he called down to me asking for help tying his bowtie.

I went into his bedroom and stopped abruptly. I have always thought Jethro looked particularly handsome in a suit, but this . . . The sheer black of his dinner jacket and trousers complimented perfectly his grey hair and crisp white shirt.

I had to have him.

I've wanted him since the day we met, but have never approached him. Tonight I couldn't help myself.

I crossed the room, lifted my hands to his tie, and instead . . .

Instead I pulled his head down and kissed him.

Momentarily, I felt his surprise, but then he was kissing me back. As I pressed against him, I felt his arousal echo my own.

Swiftly I stripped us both, dropping our clothing onto the floor. Then we were in his bed and I was doing what I'd always dreamed of doing: making love to him.

It was better than in my dreams. It was . . .

But no, I must not think about that.

So that is why he is on one side of the room and I am on the other. Because if I get near to him, I know exactly what I'll do.

He looks so good in black. So alluring.

I just hope this thing ends soon, so we can go back home and again make love.