“You don’t ... you don’t want kids, Celine?” she asked.“I don’t either,” Wes said protectively.“What?” Elena said. “Since when? Yo... love children, Wes.”“I won’t argue that. I do love children, but I don’t want any of my own, Mom. I’m a surgeon. I won’t have the time to raise a family. I’d make a horrible fucking father, just like Dad.”The room went eerily quiet. Janie looked down at her hands and Elena looked like someone had slapped her. It was the first time Wes had ever mentioned his father. ”It was almost an hour exactly when he showed up. He walked into the back yard looking for me. “Angel?”I had let my platinum hair grow long and it hung loosely over my shoulders as I stepped out from behind the cedar tree. All I had on was a smile and his favorite lingerie. I hadn’t worn it since that night almost two years ago. He literally gasped.“I take it back. You’re not an Angel in the moonlight, you’re a Goddess.”I smiled as I pulled him to me. “I haven’t worn this since that night so. My body moved with its own desire, rocking against him. The sounds of his moans thrilled me to my soul.My nails dug ragged furrows in his skin, his fingers bruising my hips. He suckled at my breasts as I lowered myself over him. I heard the song of our bird again just as I died a little death in his arms, crashing against him, crying out with a pleasure I'd never before known.Then he rolled atop me, pounding into my body until he threw his head back and roared in his release. I felt him fill. “I wonder what this is?” I say out loud as I walk through the house with the package under my arm. I look out of my bedroom window and see Mrs. Jones’s Mercedes parked in the driveway, I wonder why she didn’t answer her door I thought to myself as I head out the door and over to her house to drop off the package. I knocked on the front door repeatedly but no answer “Maybe she’s working in the backyard” I think to myself. I slid open the lock on the iron gate and walked into her large backyard..