She went next to Daphne and gave her a hug and a kiss before kneeling beside Reg's chair where she took his head in her hands and kissed him rather mo...e intensely."Good morning, my darling," she said softly."And you, my love," he responded taking her hands and kissing the palm of each in turn.She smiled radiantly at him.Daphne poured her a cup of coffee and she sat down beside him.Conversation resumed until Daphne shooed Ron out of the kitchen so that Eleanor and Reg could get on with their. She said that she was working on her tan but I think she was working on me, at least that’s what my penis thought.Then that Friday evening her ex dropped her son off for the weekend. She immediately brought him over to meet me. His name was Frankie and all I could think of was that old song, “Frankie and Johnny were lovers.”Things were fine that night and he enjoyed my barbecued chicken and coleslaw. He was polite but there was something not right about him.The next morning I was awakened early. Slyly she tossed them in the trash can. She would just have to remember to keep her legs crossed for the rest of the afternoon. * Sammy parked outside Jessica’s house at 7:02. She had chosen to wear a red skirt, skin tight tank top, stockings and her favorite pair of heels. Black with red on the bottom. She'd decided on a pair of black lace panties from Victoria’s Secret. She had taken a long time with that decision, seeing as how Jessica would be getting a nice view of her panties for a. "Fearsome." Nothing time and grits won't cure," Martha said, wrapping linen bandage around my leg and tying it off. She changed the dressing on my forehead and looked at the notch in my nose, squeezing a leaf that dripped juice on it. "Go on and pull up y'britches," she told me, packing up her midwife bag.I stood and did as she suggested. Half of July had slipped by. Banastre Tarleton was out raiding far and wide while Cornwallis sat in Portsmouth, resting I supposed and planning what to do.