The Widow Murfree would always favor her own children over you. It's only natural." So I have to take your place? Cook the dinner and clean the house?...I already know how to do all that." My mother had trained me well."There is more to being a wife," said my mother. "You must sleep with your father." In the bed?" Where else?"I considered this for a moment. "It would be nice," I said finally, "so long as he didn't roll over and crush me. I would like to snuggle with Daddy."My mother smiled. "It. Him and his girlfriend. It wasn’t just a casual relationship. They were a ‘we’. Them. We... Them. I was disappointed, but I learned to accept it. So, never-the-less, I still continued seeing him. We went out for coffee, went to dinner, I even went home with him once. But nothing special could happen. Not with his girlfriend moving in. Of course, my girlfriend was suspicious. But I reassured her she was the only woman for me. But, unlike before I met Imogen, my heart didn’t mean it. . ?Hello angel? he said and he kissed her on the cheek. He smiled at her, pleased that she had made the sandwichesand the smell of freshly brewed coffee had him reaching for two mugs from thecupboard. ?How did you sleep? he asked her. ?Mmmn very well thank you Sir.?And she moved up behind him and hugged him from behind pushing her breasts intohis back.? She could smell the mustyaroma from his exertions at the woodpile and it fuelled her desire.? She reached around and stroked the front ofhis. I see your face is still bruised badly but most of the swelling has gone down.’ Continuing before she could speak, ‘The reason I came hear is to let you help me understand the life you led while you were there. I don’t want to hear about sex. I want to hear about what time you got up, when you went to bed, where is the house you lived in, what type work Henry does and where. I want to know the name of the community and its location. I have no interest in any of your intimate dealings with Henry.