.. reconcile with me?" What do I know?" he said. "Maybe you two can work it all out. At least she's going to talk to you — and she's staying home to...ight. That alone is worth something to her mother and me."The game ran late but by eleven p.m. I was in the Cooper, following Franklin's car to the Jones' suburban house. He had called ahead, so "EmJay" and Juniper knew we were both on the way.On arrival, I accepted a cold Sam Adams, exchanged a few pleasantries with Mrs. Jones, and got a tentative. Emily had taken advantage of the situation and had set abouttickling him with horrible skill until he had howled and begged herto stop.And oh, how he longed to get out of the penis restraint. His need tocome was overwhelming now. The uniforms they made him wear wereimpossible to ignore. All that silk and lace and petticoats thatflounced around his waist. And every time he caught sight of hisbimbo like figure and perfectly made up features in a mirror, helonged to press his hand between his legs. " So I already revealed that I drink to remember that men are dogs. What are you drinking to forget?"The question you have been dreading for the last eight months, two weeks, and three days. So early in the conversation too, guess this conversation will be over soon.If Erica noticed my immediate gloomy mood, she didn't let on. "My wife passed away about eight and half months ago. We were married for 4 years and she was taken from me in a pile up on the interstate."Dropping my head I continued. Madison was waiting for me; I'd called ahead to let her know when I was down the road a piece. When I pulled up, I have to confess I sat and stared at her for a minute. She looked tall, though just how tall was hard to tell because of the expensive looking western straw hat she had on (I later found out she was a couple of inches under my six foot). Long curls of strawberry blonde hair leaked out of the hat swirling down around her shoulders (some months after that I found out she wasn't dying.