SLOW HAND
I want a man with a slow hand
I want a lover with an easy touch
I want somebody who will spend some time
Not come and go in a heated rush
I want somebody who will understand
When it comes to love, I want a slow hand
She chooses older lovers because they take their time. They have more patience, she finds. More good humor. And nothing to prove. Older men wait for you, make sure you are satisfied. They appreciate you and cuddle and hold you. Older men aren't afraid of tears.
In her experience, young men think of themselves first and foremost. That was the way of the boys she dated in high school.
But an older man considers his partner.
In graduate school, there is Nathan. He is 31 to her 20. He is easy and soft with his touch. She appreciates his talents, but she isn't in love with him. He wants more than she can give, and so they part.
She is recruited by the Academy soon afterward.
William appears when she is 22. He is 41, a tenured professor of English—a visiting lecturer from the nearby University. Outwardly staid and traditional, he is a wizard in the bedroom. He never leaves afterward, but holds her gently through the night.
After graduation she is posted to NASA, where she meets Jonas. He is 38, she is 24. He understands what it is that she wants. For two years they are together, until Jonas becomes unstable. Frightened, she breaks off the relationship, but it makes her sad; he is a fantastic lover.
For the six months she serves in the Gulf there is no one.
Soon after her time in the Gulf she is brought into the Stargate Program, working with Catherine Langford. There she has a brief affair with the civilian head of physics (age 45)—until she learns that he is married!
She meets Daniel, and loves him immediately. But he is too young, as well as married, and they become best friends.
Nareem is her first alien. She never learns his age, but he is definitely much older than herself. He is the most patient lover she has ever known.
Martouf is more than two hundred years old—and Lantash even older!
There is no way she can even guess at Orlin's great age.
Sighing happily, Sam rolls over in the bed, where Jack is waiting, smiling at her.
I've got a man with a slow hand
I've got a lover with an easy touch
I found somebody who will spend the night
Not come and go in a heated rush
I found somebody who will understand
I found a lover with a slow hand.
~fin