I'm wiped out from just standing up and hugging Sara." OK. Mary, could you open a couple of cans of orange juice and mix it for me?" Sure. Where are t...e pitchers?" I have an empty gallon milk jug in that cabinet."Mary opened up the cabinet and found the jug. Meanwhile, Jill grabbed a large funnel and handed it to her. She reached into one of the grocery bags."Chicken with rice or noodles?" Uhm, rice sounds good." Rice it is. Real hungry or a little?" I want to say real, but I don't know how. He wanted them to be family. I am still his wife and they can be his, play things. At first I tolerated them and they avoided me. But then we all began bonding and then sharing. “I have to give credit where credit is due. One night, in that very bed, I was on the far side and James was on this. I heard the little slut come into the room, felt the tug of the blankets as she crawled into bed with him. I heard her greedy mouth on him and my blood boiled. I was lying there ready to scream. . After dinner Gary joined Donnie in the garage to watch us working onCinderella. He was supposed to get his car and license sometime aroundThanksgiving, so found everything we were doing to be interesting.Sophie kept noticing him watching our other attributes as well and saidshe was happy that Donnie didn't seem to be jealous.Momma set him up in Sophie's old room for the night, then after we allwent to bed Donnie asked us both a strange question.You both seem to accept the Native American. No late-night conversation, nothing. Only a 10-15 minutes chit chat during lunch hours, or sometimes if we crave, we call each other in the evening.“What made you late?” She asked while I entered the cafe.“Traffic,” I replied.She was in her casual office clothes, a simple chudidar. We ordered our coffee and started having our regular talk.“So, how was your day?” I asked.“Hectic, when you are leaving?” she asked, taking a sip.“Tomorrow. I have been thinking of taking a vacation soon. Would you.