Luckily I had only moved slightly to test the waters so he didn't make the connection with me peeping at his Mrs.I sat imagining the view I would have...if I could just credibly move two feet to one side. The floor was mucky after hours of pissed people traipsing through discarding cigarettes and all manner of other things. Pretending to stretch out and lying down wasn't viable. I was attempting to be positive and count my blessings at the sights I had seen, but it was tough. I endured this for. My mother had warned me to keep away from her during grandma’s visit. I was not going to get any milk and she won’t show her breasts to me. That was going to be a torture, but mother said it is better to suffer a week rather than lose our affair for ever. But she did not count on grandmother’s keen observational skill and on her milk-making breasts. The third night after grandma came, mother called me to the kitchen. I was surprised. With grandma sleeping in the hall, how can we play in the. " It was your idea," I reminded him."Ben, it's okay. He won't make me," Zoey said."What do you mean?" he asked."He won't. My daddy would never make me do that. He just wants to embarrass you and make you go home. Just go, okay? We'll talk later."Ben looked at me. "You better not." Have a good night, Ben. I know I will," I said.Ben scoffed and stormed out, pushing through the door and slamming it on his way. After he was gone, my daughter stared at me and I stared back. I admit, I wanted to win. Mine is made of fiberglass. You’d wipe me out.”“One-seventy!” Marcie said. “Really?”“I thought that would catch your attention,” Liz said. “I keep it in Nashville. I rarely drive it. But if you want to visit sometime, we’ll go out to the speedway and give it he-...”She glanced guiltily toward the boys.“A try,” she corrected. “That’s the only place I’ve really opened it up. I got scared at a hundred and backed it down. I almost crashed it because of the banking on the turns.”“I’ve never driven.