Reynolds looked old enough to be my mother. I thought she looked more like my older sister. Bambi did not even bat an eye at being taken for my mother... though. I realized that she had been serious when she said she thought of me as a daughter, among other things. I reached over and took hold of her hand, which I thought was a very 'daughterly' thing to do. She held it and patted it with her other hand — a very 'motherly' response. I could see that the clerk's misapprehension was not going to be. Delia, though, was evidently in more urgent need. She was beginning to pant, and one hand was feeling behind her for the hook at the back of her frock, then the zipper...It's more erotic when lovers take each other's clothes off, but time was of the essence in this case. Delia got her dress off without ripping it asunder, while Russ was out of his trousers in seconds. Reassuringly, Delia didn't hang them in the wardrobe. She was too busy dragging him back on top of her, flinging aside the. I love you, too ... you sure you're ok?"I smiled, the grief and uncertainty fading with whatever the nightmare had brought into my mind. "Yeah, I'm fine. So, what's for dinner?"Kira went to bed before I did, and I spent a couple of hours staring blankly at the television after she disappeared upstairs into her room. I was still unsettled, couldn't recall what had so upset me that afternoon. I didn't like having holes in my memory, in my emotions, and whatever it had been left a remnant of. So it wasn't planned. Then one day there was the doorbell, the Tesco van was outside. I was demurely dressed, jeans and tshirt, just ready to grab the shopping and move it to the kitchen, then unpack and think about making dinner. Harry was part of a pilot for a return to the office for his company, and I liked to have dinner cooking when he got back from work.The first bags of shopping were on the doorstep, and the delivery guy had his back to me getting the next crate from his van. I grabbed.