The love for you that's growing in my breast -- If that is what it is -- is much too strong For such a vessel as I seem to be. ... I want to ponder ev'ry step now, lest We find that all this rightness is all wrong. Yet still, each night I wish you were with me... I tried to call her when I read that, but she was not answering her telephone. Clearly, this was something that Jackie was willing to write down but not to say to me directly. That. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I would do anything to take it back. I hope you've forgiven me. I was a stupid, spoiled little girl and I paid a very big price for my selfish ways." Tatya, you are not, and probably have never been, a spoiled little girl. I forgive you. It might take a while for me to forget, but I forgive you. I want to be in your bed with you. I want you in my bed with me. I want to wake up with you every morning. Does that tell you what you want to know?"She nodded, tears now. Trust Francine to think of food. Cabs were called. Russell held the door for me. I would not have appreciated the gesture a week before. He must have noticed, because he mumbled something like, "Look real nice." I punched him in the arm, which made him smile. Then he rubbed his arm, which made me smile—until he winked.We headed south to Little Italy. New Jersey thrives on Italian food and this was the mecca everyone talkrd about. Francine had a room reserved at Civitano Brothers Trattoria, on. Right up her ass.Lana climbed out of bed, feeling her puckered asshole pulsing expectantly as she rummaged through her overnight bag. It took her only a moment to find the little jar of Vaseline. Sliding back onto the mattress, she uncapped the jar and withdrew a thick gob of petroleum jelly. Lana suppressed a giggle as he greased her son's cock.He still slept soundly, even after his prick was dripping from knob to root with the goo. Last night's fuck sessions had really taken a lot out of her.