“Sad day? Or glad it’s all behind you?” Caitlin asked me over the din of Tina Turner on the drive home.“A bit of both I suppose. Helen and I�...there were some good times in that apartment. Some sad ones too”“You know it wasn’t your fault?”“She couldn’t have kids Caitlin, it was no one's fault” I snapped harshly at her.“I mean the fallout, the divorce”“Oh I see…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap”“Do you miss her?”“Not anymore, at first…well you know how that was. Time is a great healer though. How. " You old idiot!" Yup." He turned to me: "C'n we visit them desert folks now?"I nodded and we started out. The ladies lagged behind, chatting vigorously."Was it a great deal?" I asked."Under two thousand." That's not bad." Nope."When we got to Desert Knowledge Australia, I turned to the ladies and said: "This is going to be business. Charlie's the lease-holder and Maddy's the adjacent lease-holder. And what we need to know is what's legal where solar power's concerned, who governs it, and. It was plain he was struggling with the numbers in his head, and he made a half dozen pen strokes on the napkin. His eyes bulged.“How’d you do that?” he gasped.“That nigger woman taught me how to do that,” said Bernadette calmly. “Not all niggers are stupid, Daddy. And Miss ... that nigger woman knows a lot of things. It’s school, Daddy. Aren’t we supposed to learn things?”Thankfully, Harvey was too flabbergasted to hear her almost slip, and use the ... honorific... “Miss” that Bernadette had. I hear whimpers of pain as I mess with her tender nipple. So dark, a chocolaty brown. Her nipples barely stick up, tiny little nubs, unlike her mother’s slightly puffy ones. Her dark areolas, I feel them, squeeze them less than gently, feel the slight bumpiness of the flesh. They are actually about the same size as her mother’s. Small, but proportionate to her breasts, they appear kinda big, covering much more of the surface area. Not unpleasant, just a bit different. I dive down and suck the.