............................Dim-witted Husband....................................I was a dim-witted tubby of five feet six inches height and averagel...oks. At the age of twenty four I had already lost some of my hairs. Iworked at Wallmart as merchandizing assistant. Have you ever noticed thestaff who filled up the shelves, or filled up the shopping bags standingright next to the sales counter? I believe you would have noticed theirpresence, but nothing more than that. I was one of them. I was. When the bombshell of her sister's sudden illness had exploded she had been forced almost immediately to come all the way up here to the edge of the civilised world to look after this old fool of a mother, whom she had never much liked, anyway.Come to think of it, Amelia Parradine had never much liked any of her family. They had all of them, without exception jeered at her for her bookishness from as far back as she could remember. Her sister had played tennis and swum for her country, her. Pulling my reluctant lips from her spit soaked breast, she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue probing between my lips. I responded in kind, my tongue sliding into her mouth. I could taste myself on her tongue. I didn't love it, but I found it intoxicating. The kiss deepened in passion and intensity. I sucked on her tongue until I could no longer taste the bitter saltiness of my seed.She pulled my face from hers, offering the other nipple to me. Seeing my hesitation, she. " She smiled, thankful that I had remembered. Her friends giggled in the background. We talked. I asked her about her school, not really caring. I asked her about her family that I never knew. I asked her about her friends to whom I had never spoken. We were never close. There was only ever a vague comradery between us as partners in that one solitary class. I don't think she realized that we had never been friends, nor did our social circles collide on any points. Finally, at the end of the.