"What a sight to behold" I think to myself. I look out across the room and see you laying on the bed. I hear another moan escape your lips as I see...you arch up off the bed. My eyes adjust to the soft candle light and I see clearly now you are lying on the bed one hand between your thighs and the other grasping on of your breasts. I stare in amazement as I have just interrunpted one of your private moments. I just stand there like some sort of peeping tom enjoying the scene that has. "Oh?" You'd like to touch me." Marilyn's voice was throaty as she gazed boldly at the small girl. "You'd like to touch my body."A small tremor seemed to go through Sally, and she barely nodded her head."You can, you know." Marilyn said. "You can touch me if you'd like, Sally. I wouldn't mind if you did. I'd enjoy it."She crooked a finger at Sally, motioning her to come closer. Sally came, her eyes burning between Marilyn's thighs. When she stood next to the redwood lounge, Marilyn placed her. " I'm sorry, Emay, and I'm very flattered by your question, but I'm afraid I can't do that with you right now. It wouldn't be right, because, in spite of our problems, Tina and I are still married, and I still love her. I don't want to do anything I'd wind up regretting afterwards. Because I still love her, being with anyone else would trouble me." She doesn't seem to mind being with other people. She's been tuning up with Connie, and with Anita too. Why is it different for her than it would be. Most of the grave markers were simple and plain. You could almost tell what families were barely making it by and which ones were living it up just by looking at the tombstones and markers. My father’s grave has no tombstone. It’s just a big plain slab of marble with his name and date of birth and death chiseled into it. In the dream I was standing over my father’s grave. I had a huge sledgehammer in my hands, gripping it so hard my knuckles were white. I remember as I swung the hammer up I.