That meant a lot of driving, a lot of talking and a lot of discomfort and frustration for me. And poor Lilly was going to have to put up with me the e...tire time; alone and with out any of the support from Izzy and Peggy that she was used to.So why, I wondered, was she so cheerful and upbeat? Granted, it had been eight years since we'd last spent much time alone together, the way we had in the hospital ... if you can call that being alone, so maybe it was the prospect of our being alone. Why do you think I'm so horny?" "Do you think he will?" she asked. "I don't know, you know how shy he is. He will probably just keep jerking off over it and never actually do it. Which is what I will be doing." "Okay, okay," she said "Tonight I promise you can have you way with me." We went on with our days at that point. I mowed the yard, put gas in the truck, all those mundane things that filled my day. I do have to admit that my thoughts were almost constantly on the recent conversations. My name is Daisy Rourke. I’m the midwife. Would you like some iced tea?” She directed the question to Opal Anne.“Yes, that would be lovely, thank you.”The woman turned and in the booming voice of a drill master she bellowed out, “Martha! Three iced teas!”When she suddenly yelled so loud, both Opal Anne and I almost jumped out of our skin.“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said in that sweet vice again. “As a midwife, sometimes I need to be soothing and sometimes I need to yell over the caterwauling that. As she pulled the check out, a stack of photographs fell out of the envelope, onto the marbled white floor of the court-house hallway. Jane bent down and picked up the photos, held together with a large paper clip that also attached a note to the front of the photograph pile. ‘These are the photos you took in Vienna–‘ Jane pulled off the note, and began to flip through the stack of photos, as Wendy and Brad peered over her shoulder. The first photo showed Wendy draped sexily on her left side on.