“If I was thinking, I never would have done it! It was only after I did it the first time that I thought about it, and look where that got me.”“...ow we come to the heart of the matter,” I said, “The reason you were able to do it, and thought that you could continue, was because I trusted you. To paraphrase Rhett Butler, ‘Frankly my dear, I don’t trust you’.” Then I rolled over, turning my back to Connie, and fell asleep to her soft sobs.The end came, not with a bang but a whimper, and reads like. She screamed as Marie was thrown into the side of the car. She jumped out of the car and ran around to where Marie had fallen. Marie was still breathing and she screamed for Carl to call for an ambulance.Marie was wheeled into the hospital still unconscious. They could see no sign of blood and it did not appear that she had broken any bones. She was rushed into the emergency room and Carl and Becca were told to wait in the waiting room. Becca paced the room waiting for some word on the young. Sure enough it was Greg Jansson, the s.o.b. who looked more 40 than 60. Although I had to admit Sandy Connors was still an attractive woman. Always tall and thin, time hadn't changed that. I mingled but often found myself sitting with Carol. I learned that her husband of over 20 years had passed away a decade back. She had one grown son who lived down south. She was a grandmother."Oh so that make you a gilf." I said it to be funny, not thinking of the implication."Hmmm, so would you?" Would I. I mean, after that first desperate one the other night, we went back at it, but took our time. He touched me all over. Gave me a full body massage, and I gave him one. And we fondled, and made love, and it was just delicious. There are times when getting in bed and doing whatever is the best way to show someone you love them. I felt so completely loved the other night, and it wasn't because of any hangups, it was because of what he was doing." Well, how do you feel about everything?" Confused,".