We have to prepare for the school fest.”“Right. Best of luck for your work.”“Thanks dad. What about you, when will you be back from office ton...ght?” Carol’s words got me thinking. For almost a year I have been working without taking even a single day off so I thought I would take the day off, I am sure my boss would accept my leave.“Actually honey, my boss has given me a day off because he said I was overworking myself. So I have the day off.” As I said this Carol’s expression changed. She. As he walks into the kitchen, I hand him a plate of 4 'cakes and 4 hot sausage patties. He grabs a cup of coffee and sits while I make my own breakfast. "This is really good, honey, you're going to make some boy a great wife some day," he says."Daddy, I don't want to get married to some boy. My heart is totally yours, as well as my mind and soul. Even if we can't get married, I can still live here and "be a wife" to you," I tell him with tears in my eyes from his comments."I know baby, I. Actually from that point on for some time.There didn't seem to be a spare moment when they were both home together that something didn't get in the way of their getting together again. From time to time they would give each other long knowing soulful looks, but that was all that passed between them. For his part, Bobby was so hyper that he had to masturbate three and four times a day just to keep the tension down and to allow himself to think of other things besides his mother. Each time he did. They liked our yard because it was flat and theirs was on a hill so we used to thow a baseball or football around my yard when I was home. She used to come home and call them in for dinner and would always thank me for being such a cool nieghbor. After a while she would invite me over for dinner and I would accept. I always had a hard on when I went over there but thought I hid it well. She started to ask me to come over when the boys were at school and do some things around the house that she.