To handle this problem I wear one of the sleeping masks on Saturday night. And late one Saturday night my fantasy came true.It was very early Sunday m...rning when I drifted out of sleep and realized there was someone in the room with me, but I didn't feel scared, for something seemed familiar about the breathing. Whether it was my dreamy state or something else, I felt seem and warm.I heard him move towards the bed and kneel on it and lean towards me and I felt his lips touch mine in a gentle. He looked at Vee. "Heir Apparent?"She nodded."Princess?"Another nod."General Admiral?" he asked The Wanzor."My granddaughter." May I see your ID again," he was asking The Wanzor but they both surrendered their document."Wendolyn Wanzor Austin V ... born 2049. Capitol City of the Princessapality. You are 15? Why are you here?" Next May ... the 8th. They tell me I'm smart." Wendy von Wanzor Austin ... born 1942. Lansing Michigan." That's me," Wendy said."One hundred and twenty-two years old?" One. ” Abby blushed when she realized I was talking about sex.Abby decided to postpone talking about moving until after we’d eaten. She tore through the kitchen fixing us comfort food, which we ate in front of the fake fire, in front of the electric fireplace. It was cold outside, and neither of us wanted to dress and go out, so what that meant was a fake fire and comfort food were the order of the day.The heat from the fake fire was so comforting that we fell asleep on the hide-a-bed, cuddled. ”Marcia gave a disgusted snort. “Mom, really, even you can come up with a better story than that. It’s obvious. We all know you’re seeing some guy. Who is he?”“What? No, it’s not like that. What do you mean?” protested Barbara weakly.“Give me a break. You have been talking to some guy on the phone most nights, and then for the last three Fridays dressing sexy and going out for dinner and coming back very late. Now you are packing a bag and spending the weekend. It’s a guy. Get real! Who is.