We chatted for about 10 or 15 minutes before one of us finally asked a simple question that we both should have known the answer too but the the other...one could not answer it. Suddenly, I think we both realized that we had each been talking to a complete stranger. I asked her if her name was Nancy. “No,” she replied, and then she said, “So you’re not Dean?” We both laughed and then I told her I had enjoyed our conversation and she agreed with me. We chatted a little longer and then we said good. Janice avoided her daughter’s eyes and walked to the other side of the bed. When she got there she loosely grasped Jim’s other hand, like she didn’t want to upset him or didn’t have the right to touch him. Janice’s eyes were full of sorrow and pain. Carol wasn’t satisfied with what she saw. How dare she, Carol thought, she should be a quivering, sobbing useless mess on the floor for her betrayal. Then Carol thought, this is all an act, she doesn’t love us, she doesn’t love Daddy. For six years. But this became my favorite time of year because of Melinda. I was driving home after wasting most of a Saturday down in the bottoms trying to get that big buck just about everybody, including me, had seen at one time or another.A car, it was a raggedy-ass old Plymouth Fury, was pulled over on the shoulder of Barnwell road, just past the little cemetery, about in the middle of nowhere. A women was out in the rain trying to change a flat. I stopped to help.That's when I met Melinda. She was. ...... I really can't believe that was me screaming out those very explicit words as I was being fucked last night. It just goes to show that I am totally relaxed with Peter and able to let out my emotions that maybe I have been hiding for years.It was certainly another wonderful fuck that will live with me forever. I woke in the morning with my arms around Peter and snuggled up so close until he got up and asked me if I would like coffee or tea.I replied with a giggle "A Costa coffee please".