Then leaning over the toilet bowl with my hands on the seat and my face over the hole I retched again even though I had nothing else to expel. After s...veral more minutes I finally straitened up to look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My eyes widened as I realized that the nausea I was feeling was just like the morning sickness I'd experienced when I was pregnant with Deidre.I mentally shook myself to clear the fuzziness from my brain and almost laughed at the absurdness of that. But then he thought about his parents. They disagreed how to handle this,but his mother always supported Dad, and they were both stronger for it.He wouldn't get in trouble with girls again if he had someone like that."I wish I had someone who loved and trusted me as much as Mom does Dad." Got it," Kazam said and vanished with a pop.---Darren walked to the window. The chanting was still going. He could seethe crowd through the blinds. He waited for another pop.The rejection letter from Nationals. Tasha was now 20 years old and living in her own place. She visited me often, but that's not the same as having her living under my roof. Thinking about those times with her came with baggage. I started to remember her mother, my wife, the woman who had walked out on both of us many years ago.It had been hard raising a teenage daughter, not knowing what to say at times to things that a mother would normally handle.I willed my mind back to the present to avoid the painful memories of the. I gave up and tossed it on the bed."Screw it, I'll have to go braless," I muttered as I headed for thecloset.There I rummaged through her things until I found something thatstruck a nerve. I finally settled on the outfit that my wife liked towhere when she wanted to turn me on. It was a tight white mini-dress with spaghetti straps that held up a plunging v-neck. I putmy hands through the top, raised my arms and began to pull theslick (almost spandex-like) material down over my body. .