.. much worse! Sometimes she could hardly recognize the man she married in the tense features and terse attitudes of the Livingston's elder child."He'... making me feel like I'm dirt!" she thought. "Like I don't exist! I just can't take any more of it! She adjusted her nightgown so that more of the deep cleaveage of her golden tan breasts would show. They rose and fell as she breathed heavily, and the light dusting of freckles across the tops of the creamy orbs seemed to expand and contract with. "Where is Tommy?" she asked."Down for a nap, thank god. He's been a tornado this morning," Jacksmiled. "Can I get you a drink?" Jack asked as he gingerly stepped overtoys to get to the couch."No, no," Ann said, as she sat down on the couch, "I just had my morningcoffee." Late night, eh?" Jack probed."Yes, actually." She blushed."Sometime you will have to tell me about it."Ann stifled a laugh. "No, not this one," she smirked. "Can I holdAlex?" Sure you can," Jack said as he passed the baby. At last it was Friday evening with the whole weekend away from the office, Monday too! If he hadn’t swung it too she would be livid but right now she felt exhilarated with anticipation. There it was! A note was on the fridge door with another on the microwave door just as she had placed them two weeks ago. On the table was a large envelope. It could only mean one thing. She wanted to rush to open it but instead slowly read the other two. Nothing significant, they merely brought her attention to. The concert was a very workmanlike performance of Mozart chamber pieces by the local university's strings and several times during the performance I stole glances at Tina, a young perfection in an austere little black dress, tastefully simple pumps and tiny gemmed studs in her ears. Her hair was auburn perfection. And her eyes were closed and she was smiling as the notes soared over our heads.It was with reluctance that we headed home, talking about the museums and the concert and the sights.