I married my second husband, Jim, in 1995. I was forty-two years old. He was the same age. I had no children, but he had a son who just turned eighteen. Frank was still in high school, his final year. Frank was a little strange. He was very shy and quite feminine. He never had a girlfriend. I didn’t much care for him, but I was his stepmother. His real mother was estranged and Frank didn’t spend any time with her. My husb...