I repeated going to kitchen thrice and finally I fell on her as though I wasn’t getting breath. She tried to wake me up by spilling some water on me... But I dint get up so she took a final step which I was waiting for i.e. She gave me breath by attaching her mouth with mine. I could not stop my anxiety and started giving a counter breath in to her mouth holding her waist tightly with my hands. With this foolish act she came to know that I was acting. She got up from me and gave a tight slap on. I looked over at my wife and she was smiling too. That puzzled me, but I let it go at that. "Wow," was all I could manage."Honey, you can kiss your father all you want," Sam told Angie, "But you aren't going."Angie seemed to settle for the consolation price. "Okay, at least I get the next best thing, Mom." With that, she moved her face closer to mine. Our lips had almost touched when I panicked."Sam, let the girl go," I begged."I won't. She wants to go alone -" Can Daddy take me, in that case,. Let’s see what you got.” I shook my head. Don was finally going to get some. A part of me wanted to call Bob so he could come over, too, but I figured he was with Mrs. D, Marsha’s mom, instead of home. Hell, I could just holler out a window. Marsha and I went to the guest room and closed the door. I sat on the bed as Marsha began a striptease in front of me. Honestly, it did nothing for me. I was too focused on trying to hear what was going on in the other room. She picked up on that. I told her that I could never have forgotten her and dreamt about her many a night. She told me she had traveled out to Las Vegas and managed to get a job in one of the smaller casinos. After a month of being treated like a hooker, she moved on to California where she got a job as a receptionist in a real estate office. She enjoyed her job and the people she worked with. It was one of her co-workers that had read my post and asked if it was her. After dinner, Tina helped me clean up the dishes.