Bobby took that as a sign to go further and began to unbutton her blouse as he pressed her down onto the couch.As his fingers slid down her neck and s...ipped into her cleavage, he asked, "Doesn't that feel good, Terry?" Y-yeah, yeah, it d-does," she stuttered. Too good, she thought to herself, I hope he doesn't--oh, my!His hand slid under the cup of her bra. "O-oh, that--," she moaned as his fingers brushed her nipple. His fingers--like fire on me, oh, God, oh, God!"That's nice?" Bobby. My two grown children, both married, lived on the East Coast, and I was at the mercy of a good friend who was a psychiatrist. He advised self-immersion in hobbies, occasional consulting work, and travel. Hence, my landscaping. I had a gardener who came in periodically to maintain the property’s grounds, yet I needed something to do on my own. I had an orchid greenhouse at the rear of the large house in which I liked to putter on a daily basis, and from which I supplied local florists and other. Are we clear about this?” I asked.“Yes very clear.” Kronis sadly said.Kronis and his boys got busy quickly. While that was going on the gas trucks arrived, Kronis’ son moved the truck where we wanted it, so we would be ready for the final layer of trees after Travis’s group went in the pit. Kronis pulled out the chainsaw and did what needed to be done. All of us were looking a little green about the gills as Kronis ordered the tossing of the heads in the pit as some of them used to be attached. The original colour was a flat grey, my new truck would be New York cab yellow. I returned home just after lunch to find only Mom had managed to rise from her bed, I found her sitting on the patio nursing a cup of coffee, typically she had no signs of a hangover. The others managed to climb from their beds or, in Dad and Uncle Bob’s case, the floor in the den later that afternoon. Mom made the best of the opportunity to make fun of them and still reminded them from time to time. Life at home.