So one day, when Debbie and I were drooling over your photo; and reading the letter from your Mother asking Debbie to take you off her hands for a whi...e. Untill all the men in the neighbourhood had either forgotten, or forgiven you. That your dear Aunt Debbie facetiously conceived of the idea of marrying you off to me, or having a pretend wedding. That is of course if you measured up to my very exacting requirements. We agreed that you and I will share the money between us, and at the same. I said hi to few old friends Heidi hanging on my arm, after about 15 minutes she asked if we could go and talk somewhere, we went down to the river and found a secluded spot away from prying eyes, we started to do some heavy petting Heidi telling me she would never stray again and wpuld look forward to the day she graduated and would be able to join me in my military life. Our petting soon took on heavy passion, I had her blouse open and bra off her ample breasts and was kissing and caressing. .. at all. Most of the time he could think of his mom the only way - the way he used to during his whole life. And yet... All those "from time to time" occasions started to happen more and more often. They gradually lost their sense of decency, despite being somehow (or fully?) aware of their own initial intentions. Basically they were just laughing and horsing around in a manner that was carelessly more than enough. Something primal and raw could easily be erupted into life at any moment.. We needed very little and taking care of Papa helped me forget just how dire our situation truly was. Once Papa realized he was dying, he sent a letter to Madame Giry asking her to come as quickly as possible. She arrived two days later..." Wait! Are you saying that you were alone with your father for two days before someone found the two of you?"She gave a silent nod, not able to meet his eyes."Oh my God! How old were you?" His voice choked with emotion, a harsh murmur."I was eight years old.".