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see, um, you won’t tell anyone about it will you?”  He looked nervously at her.
     
    “No don’t worry.  Your secret is safe with me.”  She smiled and turned to make breakfast.
     
    Molly hummed as she cooked.  Suddenly she remembered that Joshua was also in the room, when she heard him clear his throat.  “Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”  She apologized to him.
     
    “No you didn’t.  It’s nice to hear a woman’s humming in the background.  Since I was a little boy, my mother used to do the same thing.  I always loved sitting in the kitchen when she was cooking.  It was always so warm and comforting.”  He smiled as he remembered the years with his mom.
     
    “Okay, really it may take me a bit of time to get used to you being in the house with me.”  She told him.
     
    “You would think you’d still be used to your husband being around.  You said he’s only been ill, what, a week right?’  Joshua asked.  “A few weeks now.” Molly replied.
     
    Oh crap.  Molly hadn’t thought about that aspect of her story.  How was she going to cover this one up.  She hated lying, but didn’t really want to tell him about her husband being dead.  She was stuck in a spot where she didn’t know what to say.  “Yeah, well he was always so quiet and left me alone a lot of the time.”  It sounded lame to her, but he seemed to accept it for now.
     
    “Well, I’m not quite that quiet.  Most of the time you’ll hear me, before you see me.”  He chuckled.
     
    “Let's eat, hope you enjoy it.”  Placing a thick steak and some potatoes in front of him.  “What would you like to drink?” 
     
    “Water is fine with me, it’s one of the best drinks for you, you know.”  He answered.  “Will you sit down with me and eat.  I hate eating alone.”  He offered her.
     
    Normally, the woman would either wait for the man to finish and eat once he’d left, or go to another table and eat.  “Sure, if you wish.”  She answered.
     
    “Yeah, I don’t know if you could tell, but I’m not of the same mindset as a lot of men.  My mom was on her own and raised me to treat women with respect.  They aren’t slaves for men to take advantage of.  They should be able to enjoy life just as much as I can.”  He explained.
     
    Molly smiled.  “Your mother sounds like a great woman.” 
     
    “She was and I sure miss her a lot these days.”  He looked off into the distance.
     
    “How long ago did you lose her?”  Molly asked him.
     
    “It was two years ago now.  Seems like only yesterday at times when the pain of loneliness closes in.”  He answered.
     
    “I’m very sorry for your loss Joshua.”  She said.
     
    “Thanks Molly.”  He smiled at her, the sadness erased quickly with that simple process. 
     
    Molly studied him as much as she could, while he ate.  The guy was handsome alright.  A regular hunk.  He had a thin nose, chiseled body, not too much muscle, but the kind that was lean.  “He looks good enough to eat.”  Thought Molly.  There was that hot, wet feeling again. 
     
    His hair was light brown, cut short and was still slightly wet around the edges from washing.  Taking in a deep breath, she could smell his manly cologne and the soap he had used.  It smelled so good.  William had always used plain stuff.  He didn’t want to smell manly, because he wasn’t a man.  He only liked men.  Shaking her head in disgust at the memory of her husband, Molly looked at this man across the table and felt something different.
     
    It wasn’t just the moistness she had felt, but she actually liked him.  She thought he seemed like a nice guy.  He looked up and caught her studying him.  Instead of getting upset or asking anything, he simply smiled at her, and went back to eating. 
     
    She took that as saying, it was fine if she looked at him and studied him.  He had nothing to hide.  Molly kept looking at him, wondering about his