She was quiet for a minute. “No, I don’t mean that. I’m grateful that you gave me a new lease on life. It’s just...”“I know,” I said, tr...ing to keep her from going down that road yet again.“ ... I miss Amber. I miss being her, I miss getting to be more than one person,” she pouted.“You know, you’re spoiled in that way,” I pointed out. “No one else has that need. What you don’t like is that you’re more like everyone else now?”“I guess,” she said, conceding defeat yet again on the subject.“But if. He startedrocking slowly,but increased his speed as he thrust harder and faster. Amy wasfeeling great and was moaning harder and harder " ooooh mike ... u r wonderful " u make me wild ... ride me harder babe ..... fuck me like u havenever ... " " ooooh mike please don't stop ... i want more and more mike .... "He was now in the top most speed ... riding her pussy as hard as he could andshe was digging her nails into his back and scratching it !!! " oooh mike do itto me.... harder , faster. She told me to get two paper plates and two wine glasses and that we would eat outside in the backyard; the sun had already set and we could see the first stars come out. While Aunt Jane carried out the pizza and the wine, I grabbed the plates and some plastic wine glasses; we had a standing policy of never bringing glass or ordinary dishes to the patio.One hour later, the pizza was gone and the bottle wine nearly empty; we were telling each other jokes. Let's say we were having a good time.. After all, Lee had made me the Personal Representative of the estate. She trusted me. I found the records for stock funds, bank accounts. There was annual checks coming in from a big Casino win. A home in Reno, another in Portland, vehicles, yes a lot of it. I tried the internet, no luck. I searched phone books in dozens of cities around New York, nothing. It was like Jerry didn’t exist. I dug through stacks and stacks of records and papers, piles of stories, some published, some still in draft.