The conversation eventually turned political. I was pretty amazed at his evaluation of the political situation we are in. This man looked like he prob...bly worked at the low end of the pay scale. He was barely presentable with respect to his haircut, shave and cleanliness of clothing. He was going to work.We were trying to get to the Farmer's Market on a Saturday morning, but got off, mistakenly at the "Saturday and Sunday Market." Instead of looking at people trying to peddle flowers, corn or. The Second Man nodded and approached the bed.I could feel her ghost shift. She was rootless now that I had experienced--and accepted the burden of her death. She was a blank slate, ready for her final experience. Like all dead, she gravitated towards her once mortal remains, and as the Second Man composed her body on the bed I could feel her settle once more.His touch was as gentle as a lover's as he lifted her/me up and removed the torn and stained night gown. He plucked a sponge from a nearby. He simple found himself doing it. He didn't think about fucking his daughter either. He just did that too. Patricia's moans were going up in octave even faster than they had in the back yard. This time she got off so fast that Tom didn't cum with her.It was only then, as his daughter lay panting to catch her breath again, that Tom thought to ask about the implications of what they were doing. "Are you on the pill Patricia?" When she shook her head no, Tom commented, "I should pull out then."Tom. Many left and it was off hours for the snack bar, not near meal time. Finally I got up and took my coffee and without asking I took her cup with me and filled both, came back and sat down just opposite her. She said, “Thank you,” quietly and after I set the two cups down she reached and took my hand. That felt so warm. It really affected me. I lifted her hand, looked around and then kissed it, an odd thing for me to do but it felt good. That really seemed to please her as I noted the scent of.