’ A feeling of dread gripped me as I waited for what she would say next. ‘Phillip, I have cancer. A cervical carcinoma.’ I closed my eyes, absor...ing the blow as well as I could. ‘Oh shit, Alicia, don’t tell me that,’ I whispered. I got up and sat down beside her on the couch. I took her hand in mine. My mind was whirling, but I managed to ask, ‘How bad is it?’ Her eyes filled with tears, and her voice broke a little as she said, ‘Well, the smear was classified as a Class 5, which indicates that. I think Brad had banished those thoughts from his mind until after he graduated. We just never had a chance. Everything about us was so completely right and we fit together so well that we could no more stop our feelings than we could a hurricane.“We are partnered in our English class with instructions to write a romantic story. It’s going to be about two older people who meet and eventually get together. I looking forward to developing it over the next few weeks.” She grinned around that. "Oh...good", he responded. Then, out of nowhere, he said, "DAMN! It's so fucking hot in here"! I started laughing at this, because Clay very rarely cursed in front of me or anyone. I apologized for laughing, and told him that I got so hot, I had to take off my usual t-shirt and shorts that I wore to bed. He assured me that it wasn't a problem, and if I didn't mind, he would strip down also. Well...much to my surprise, Clay did not wear underwear, so when he crawled into bed next to me, he. Is that what you want? Doyou want Mommy to make you pretty?" Arrgh," I moaned. "I don't want to be pretty. I don't want to be amaid." Tears were starting to fall from my eyes."Oh, have yourself a nice cry, Mary. It's a very emotional time. Iunderstand. I know that down deep, you really want this, but you'reblocking. I'll tell you what, I'll run errands, and Dad will orderpizza for dinner. You won't have to cook." Thank you," I said."But that will give you time to mop the floor, won't it?"* *In.