I was feeling a tad glum. My husband had died a few years ago, and apart from my teenage son, I was alone. I never went out; I never met anyone. I took my son to the gym, and as I worked out, he sat opposite me watching, watching my every move as I worked my inner thighs. When we got home, he told me he was jealous of a another woman talking to me; it seems he was overcome, and things quickly went upstairs.