"Didn't you hear? To question me --to question his predestined role as a minister -- to issue ultimatums.I will not tolerate such actions, Martha. H... has gone too far."'Just so he comes back,' Martha thought. 'Please.'* * * * *"Mr. Dwight Albertson, the church's treasurer, would not reveal theexact amount, saying that he wished to first make it known at theWednesday night meeting of the church board." It was early afternoon,and Trisha was reading the article on the dance in the. Ron had taken one look at her in one of her new outfits and told her that if he wanted a hooker, he'd go out and get one. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. After spending two hours on the phone with my wife, Jane left Ron and moved back home with us. I wasn't keen on the idea, but those of you who are married and have children know how mothers can be. Bottom line was that I had no say in the matter anyway.Now, the kids had been grown and gone for over fifteen years and things had. I had so nearly succumbed.Now, seven years later, her eyes were more of a brilliant hue, her lips a glossier red, and even more lusciously inviting than when last I gazed on them. The all-enveloping robe she wore could not disguise her prominent breasts thrusting against the material.Lust uncoiled within me. A hunger to possess her enveloped me, as it had in Cape Town.She still spoke with the same accent, and phrasing, of her sister Annette -- damn it!Eloise looked at me with a mocking smile on. ”Summer simply looks at the young woman and smiles. Beth turns and practically runs for the bathroom. Once inside, she slams the door shut. What the fuck was that? She hopes that escaping there will allow her to calm down some. But all it does is allow the four walls to close in on her—or at least feel that way.Alone in the bathroom, she slips over to the sink and places her palms face down on the cool rim. Her heart is pounding. She stares in the mirror, seeing the excitement, the curiosity,.