Once the car couldn’t be heard anymore, Erica turned to me. “What the hell was that?!” I half yelled. “What the hell was what?” she asked pl...inly. “What we did upstairs. You knew I was your brother?”“Yeah.”“That’s incest! That’s totally wrong!” I exclaimed frantically. I was not sure what to think. “I can’t believe you did that and you knew. Why!” “Because I wanted to,” she said coolly. She moved forward and grabbed the back of my head and pushed it towards her face and pressed her lips on. Maybe he wanted another angel by his side.Tom passed away the next day.For the first few months after the funeral, Marci was busy settling the estate so I didn't see much of her. The boys came over every couple of days to see me. Jane told me that she was helping Marci pack up Tom's personal belongings.Tom had a will and had everything pretty much taken care of. Jane told me that he left his old house and furnishings to his adult kids.Marci received the insurance money and everything they owned. As they took their seats both took a glance at me but chose to ignore me anyway. After all I looked like an old fart in disguise. Most probably they thought I was one of those old men who come to multiplexes just to enjoy the ac. predictably my wife took the corner seat. I also put on my night vision goggles for a better sight.Within five minutes from the start of the movie I saw him taking my wife’s hands and slowly kissing them. My wife was whispering something, maybe feeble protests, which. The first was a piece of cake, a small yard with a carpet of beautiful grass. My mower glided across the lawn in less than an hour. As I approached the second house my enthusiasm took a dive at the sight of a huge lawn. I rang the doorbell but there was no answer. I rang the bell again and a nice looking woman around 30 opened the door. “Hi. I’m Mrs. Thompson. You must be my lawn mover.” She was a short blonde wearing shorts. Her long tanned legs supported a very nice looking body. Her.