There was just no way to safely coordinate the both of us fucking Lynn for sperm warfare to even be an option. I'm sure he was in Lynn's room last nig...t making out and getting head from his sister. That would have to be enough for him until we got another good opportunity with my wife safely out of the house.I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Lynn ever since she had first blown me even though that was several months ago. But it was hard to believe I was looking for opportunities to have. “I guess that’s up to you. I wanted to see you every day for months, but I more or less gave up. I’m in a very different place right now.”I could see her fighting back tears.“And that’s my fault,” she sniffed.“Kara, there’s plenty of blame to go around. I didn’t take care of you like I should have. I made some very serious mistakes.”She was silent for a bit.“Will you talk to me after today?” she asked, almost inaudibly.“Yes, if you want. It’s up to you. It’s been up to you since December.”“Were. She sat and nibbled at her dinner then went to bed. Fitful dreams woke her several times. The next morning the phone rang early. ?Yes? she barked into the receiver. ?It’s your wake-up call madam, it’s 8 a.m.? She hung up the phone and laid there bewildered at what to do now. Order room service, get washed up, start getting ready – damn it- getting ready for him – giving him what he wants –damn it. How did he get my diaries? How did he get in, find the safe, open it – damn it! All night she. I had to be sure you wanted to talk to her.”“I do.”“307-672-8828.” Rachael said.“That’s home,” I said.“She sounded anxious,” Rachael said.“Probably needs money,” I said. “She wouldn’t have called otherwise.”“Might be ... we usually do,” Rachael said.“I need to get to Alliance. Hood time,” I said by way of explanation. “I’ll call her from there.”I of course, promptly forgot. I hate getting old. 29 isn’t old, you idiot. I know ... but thirty is next. Never trust anyone over thirty.It wasn’t until.