Nicky had always been a loving wife. Since the shooting she has done everything possible to show me how much she loved me. I supposed that guilt could...have something to do with that but could it be something darker. Was she trying to convince me that she couldn't have had anything to do with my being shot?What scared me most was that I might never know the complete truth about what happened.When I heard footsteps coming toward my study door I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and turned as. "Amanda," I offered. He nodded and looked back to the boys."I think that Amanda would prefer some privacy for a while. Why don't you boys find something to keep yourselves busy?"When they had gone, he turned back to me. "Would you like to use the couch here or would you prefer a bed?" I think a bed," I answered.He led me out a side door of the den into a monstrous bedroom. The bed clothing was a mess, as though he and Mrs. Keller had done a nooner and not bothered to straighten up. I didn't. Daddy and I love you enough to trust you two to always keep this private.”“You’ve seen how we act when there are girls on other boats in an anchorage. We act silly, and two years younger to try to get along, but we NEVER have talked about having a crush on daddy or sleeping naked, or anything that would make them think we were as weird as we really are.”“Well, assuming both of you girls stay in lust with your daddy, I’m sure he will be happy to take care of you as long as his heart is beating.. “Marie, you will forget that you’ve had sex with Paul, he’s just your friend… who is Paul?”“my friend”“good girl”“You enjoy feeling sexy, but you will only be interested in your husband”“yes”“after the count of 3 you will wake up and feel refreshed, you will take a shower and get ready for work”“yes”Paul counted down and Marie came back to the present, continuing our general morning chat, as if nothing had happened.As the coffee finished, Marie excused herself and went up to get ready. .