No, it was legitimate work– not a woman-of-the evening kind of work. I worked in public relations and I had found his name on a freelance website. H...re I was, and after 3 years of contact with him we were finally meeting.We had chosen New York City as our destination. I am from California and was visiting the East Coast on vacation and was taking the train from upstate to the city. I’m insane, I thought to myself over and over as I nestled into my seat on the train. As the engines whirred and. Neither mine nor my husband's first marriages lasted all that long. Both less than five years. Mine, I was too young, and his wife died.I spend my days working in the garden and taking care of the house. I'm content for the most part. There is not much I want for.I am the only mother my stepson Eric has ever known. He was two years old when I married his father. So he calls me mom. Eric is twenty-four and very handsome. With that rough farm boy look.I'm a busty auburn redhead with thick, bright. I had all kinds of excuses, but, then, it usually doesn't take much to lie to yourself.My wife, oddly enough, had been the major bread-winner, given her work as a doctor, with me, able to tele-commute, acting as 'Mister Mom' and dealing with the kids when she couldn't.The Confederacy did provide some monies to compensate me. The house mortgage was paid up and I had well over a hundred thousand dollars left over.My wife and I had met on a blind date that had been arranged by mutual friends .... He wanted to just turn over and go back to sleep, but little alarm bells were ringing in his head. Giggling?He opened one eye, to see little sis, at the side of his bed, with her two girlfriends at either side of her. Tasha? What the hell was she doing in his room? He tried rolling over towards her, but... Why wouldn't his arms move?"Natasha," he growled, "what the fuck are you doing?"The girls giggled."Hey, big brother," she purred, "thought you would never wake up."Tommy pulled hard, but both.