I smiled to myself – she owns the place. ‘May I get you some wine?’ ‘Thank you,’ - always polite. I poured us a glass each and carried them ...hrough to her, setting hers on a small table beside her and stood by the fire to watch her. We raised glasses and smiled at each other, the tension in me all but gone. She told me to sit at her feet. She read me poetry, from a small leather bound book, poetry she had written, some I had read before but all new with her voice, and her hand stroking my hair. “Has any other man ever touched your tits, Amy?” To my relief she nodded no. “Then this is quite an occasion, Dave, I’ll be the first man other than you to enjoy your wife’s awesome tits. We should make this memorable. Dave, grab my hand by the wrist.” I did as I was told and held his wrist firmly in my hand. “Good”, said Brad, “Now, place my hand on Amy’s tit.” I pulled Brad’s hand closer to me and in turn closer to Amy until his hand cupped my lovely wife’s breast. His big black thumb. " Hi sorry my mom couldn't wait to get me out of the house"."Oh okay, its good to see you, we have a surprise for you"."A surprise?" Ya, your uncle redecorated your cousin Zack's room"."Wow, really, thank you guys." I give my aunt a hug and got a pat on the back by my uncle."Now go ahead and take your stuff to your room, its the whole top floor, and when your done could you go find Amanda she should be out in the barn?"As I run up the stairs I yell back at them saying "okay ill look for her."I. At first I’m really offended, and then I’m sad. ‘Why would someone hit me?’ I ask myself. I am not sure if the tear in my eye is one of pain, or emotion. In the subsequent moments, I realize that of course nobody hit me on purpose. Maybe I got clipped with the drink cart? No, I was leaning the other way… Eventually my wits come back to me and I figure it out. It takes a moment longer for me to think to see if Harriet is okay.“Whoa,” she says.“Hey. I’m sorry.”“For what?” She is.