Stood there waiting. I was afraid and excited, both at the same time. What if I'd guessed wrong? It was possible that I was kidding myself here. Was t...is like an ant trying to rape an elephant? Every second that I waited seemed so much longer than that to me. By the time that I'd begun to be convinced that I had been right, and the voice would have to deal with me on a more equal footing, I started sensing that I was all alone again. I couldn't feel his presence with me at all. Silence. Mrs. Moore came to the door when I tapped the bottom of the screen door with my boots. She, like her daughter, was a diminutive woman and nice, but like the rest of the people around here didn’t say much to me at all. I knew that on more than one occasion that the divorced lady had kept on eye on me, not from any malice but out of concern or curiosity. Not sure which.The brown-haired, brown-eyed mother of the girl in my arms searched my face for any signs of distress after just glancing at her. Anger marred his face. Even that emotion seemed meaningless. He had the urge to punch out that reflection, to sock the fake Richie on the jaw and make the real one come back."Yeah," he muttered. "I am getting as whacked-out as Cassie."He tore his eyes away. The images from his dream had faded. As long as he was not in his room, they didn't plague him. He seriously considered sleeping on the couch that night.He sighed. He was alone in the house again. His mother would have already checked on him. In the flesh she reminded me a lot of my mother both in appearance (big tits!) and with her forthright attitude; she clearly wasn't going to be the subservient one in our relationship and I was happy and looking forward to that! She was everything I looked for in a woman. She was witty; smart; extremely open with her attitudes and desires and seemed to have no embarrassment with sharing with me details of where her marriage had gone wrong. Indeed, the truth came out that her husband far from.