You pull yourself together and I will answer the door. If I know you, there is a plate of munchies in the kitchen ready to go. I will get them started... I love you so much." "I love you, Leon. It will be ok." Even as I said that, I wondered if I would be able to make it through the night ahead. Not only would I fill up more, but I was leaking a lot since he had not been able to nurse for very long at all. I put two nursing pads inside my bra and hoped that would be enough.It was so good to see. He felt the old anger and sadness well up inside him. He tasted it in the back of his throat. “Listen” he said “I live right near here. I have to go to work, and I don’t really know why I’m doing this but, follow me back home and I’ll let you in. Take a shower, there’s stuff in the house to eat and get some sleep. If you feel funny about all this, when you’re done, leave the keys in the garage and good luck to you. I have a couple of spare bedrooms, just don’t use mine. If. This story is about my “step mother” or as my siblings and I call her my dads wife. My parents were divorced about 20 years ago or so and my father remarried not to long afterwards. He married a woman about his same age and we will call her Florence for this story.When I met Florence about 20 years ago she was a very quiet woman who back then was not to bad looking for a woman in her late 40’s but as time when on I could tell we didn’t see to many things eye to eye. We never really hit it off. I write down the directions.Driving up to his house... Oh God, I don't know if I can do this. I am thinking about turning around. I pull up and knock... Well... Here we go. That's her truck all right. God she is cute.I hide behind the curtains as I watch her walk up the stairs. She knocks and opens the door into darkness. "Close your eyes", I say. "Stop where you are and put your things on the floor and keep your eyes closed."She does as instructed and places her bag down and stands still. She.