They hadn't come close to having a problem in the neighborhood, even getting salutes from the black gang members returning home after a long night doi...g whatever it was they did, as Lenore and the Gunny jogged by in the mornings. The Gunny told Lenore that he'd seen the gangs off and on for years, and the turnover in the faces was pretty high, but they had never once offered him any trouble. On the days that the Gunny didn't run with her, Lenore ran uptown, toward Berkeley, instead of downtown. “I, I, I, didn’t mean it like that,” the boy stammered, turning slightly red.“It’s okay, Jere. I understand,” she said soothingly. “Your dad works really hard so you and I can have nice things. It just gets lonely sometimes with him gone so much.”“He’s home more now that he used to be,” the boy replied lamely.“Speaking of ‘home,’ how come you’re home so early?” she asked.“It’s raining down the valley, so Bruiser said we’d knock off for the afternoon and start early in the morning.”“Rain?” she. Did I sound drunk?"Jerry raised his head from her crotch. "Not at all," he lied. He kissed her on the lips and she could taste the smell of herself. He stared into her eyes for a long moment, "You still don't have to do this." Yes, I do. I want to fuck you." She said it emphatically. "Fuck." She loved that word. She hadn't said it since she was in high school. In that moment, she fell out of love with her husband. Or she realized that she hadn't been in love with him for a long time -- perhaps. ..." he heard. It was exactly who he was thinking of. Deciding what to do surprised him more than he ever expected. "Come on in....I'm up here!" he called. He wanted her to see him just like he was. It thrilled him beyond belief. She stepped into the room, tentatively, her hand went immediately to her mouth. She had never seen him lying and presenting himself like he was. Before she could say anything the command blurted out. Sit on the chair... Now! For some reason, probably out of shock and.