"Is she fat, skinny, or somewhere in-between?"I studied Mom for a moment, not wanting to answer the wrong way. Ofcourse, she was neither fat nor skinn.... "She's in-between." Describe her habits and some other things about her." She smokes. She drinks coffee. She likes an occasional margarita orglass of wine. She likes ice cream. She hangs out with her friends alot."I smiled at her. "And she's completely obsessed with keeping the houseclean."Mom laughed and squeezed my hand. "I try."Dr. Girardi. "No! Love!" Of course. I wouldn't be here doing all these things with you if I didn't love you." But if you love me how can you fuck Anna and Hailey too?" Why can't I love them too?" Because it doesn't work that way." Don't you love both your mother and your father?" Yes but we aren't fucking each other." I'm glad to hear it. This started out with me liking you and us sharing a little fun. That was multiplied by three and as I've gotten to know each of you I've grown to love you too. Not smart. She turned her head around and caught me staring, as usual. “Like the view sailor?”I chuckled and said, “Oh yeah. Much better than I am accustomed too on here”After that, I got the boat going out to the lake. We cruised around the shoreline for a bit, and as we cruised, Tracy stood next to me, holding on to my one arm, as I drove. As we were motoring about, she sat down in the chair next to me, and shimmied out of her shorts, revealing the bikini bottoms, and then off with her shirt. Damn she. But we split. This story is how I moved on, how I tried to forget the damage Sam caused, though not completely. You never forget completely. Life after Sam was a little difficult. I mean, how couldn’t it be, when we would be spending most of our time together in lectures, singing lessons one after the other? All a little awkward. We, knew, things about each other. Things that not even the others that had joined us knew. I had always thought that my heart would be difficult to break, thought.