.. Sissy.But her dream was able to take things further than real life ever could. In her dream, Derek turned away from kissing Sissy, his lips smeared...orribly with all the lipstick she had made Sissy wear. Derek turnedtowards her. His eyes locked onto hers... and she felt weak... helpless.There was something about the power of his gaze that riveted her. Andthen he was there, standing right in front of her, looking only at her,only into her eyes. His deep eyes... looking deeply into hers.He. "All the way... Many, many times... and yes, when your father and I were married too, your Uncle Bill came over numerous times while you were at school and dad was at work. But we broke it off about six months before your dad left us." She looked at me with a look that said 'please don't hate me son.' I smiled. "You were very discreet about it mom." She smiled and nodded. "I had to be, for yours and your dad's sake." Did you know dad was aware of your affair?" I asked. Her poker face wasn't. .. I returned to the wagon and dreamed of the future as we began to board the ferry. I was surprised at the many houses made of planks in the city and when I asked found that the sawmill had been set up by the Methodists in 1841. I quickly determined that I would come back when it was time to build my house and buy enough cut lumber to make it and the barn.When we got off the Willamette ferry we formed the wagon train again and set off for our land claims. As we got further away from Salem the. "I was incredulous. Mia didn't even really bat an eye. Not only that, but she turned it around like I was some saint."It's not like I wasn't selfishly getting something from it, too," I said, "So I'm not sure I'm THAT great a guy."She stopped her caressing and propped her head up with her elbow so she could look into my eyes. "Well, I would hope that with something like sex, it'd be mutually satisfying. Your mom is a sexy woman. Of course, you'd enjoy it. I'd hate for it to be a chore for.