Like her brother she also plays ball, both softball and volley ball and we’ll be at one of her games tomorrow afternoon. ********** Their mother, my...wife Carol, is not in the stands. In fact I don’t know where she is. She left us. I came home from work one day and found the kids with my mother, watching cartoons in the family room. Mom quietly pointed to a note from Carol propped up on the breakfast bar that separates the kitchen from the family room. The note read: Sam, I’m sorry but I can’t. "You're sure?" Oh yes!" She said. "Megan RAVED about her black McCock Happy Meal!"Her husband let out a faint sigh, and turning to the speaker, he said: Yeah, that's going to be the black McCcok Happy Meal."They parked the car and went inside the main building, where they showed the ticket stub to an attendant at the back of the store.She took the ticket, and indicated which stall their order was to be obtained, and his wife smiled at him. "You can come in and watch if you want." I can?" If you. My eyes opened wide as I struggled to get air. The world was turning gray. My mind was mush. TreFual spoke and punctuated every word with surges of energy that created agony in every nerve of my body. Warm wetness flooded my crotch. "The next time I tell you that I think something is a bad idea. You had damn well better listen."He lowered me to my feet and let go. I collapsed into a heap. I took great gasping gulps of air, and tried to raise myself up. TreFual savaged me, kicking me again and. A few weeks later, we were talking again, I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts and my eyes unintentionally drifted down towards her cleavage. She noticed I was checking out her chest. She flipped back her hair, and she said to continue. I'm thinking that was a gesture of her accepting me looking at her. We talked for a moment more, then I went back to my tasks.Weeks go by, we got to talking about relationships, Auburn knew my wife was terminal, she apologized for reaching too far, but.