” “Hey, honey, I don’t have to go to Chicago after all. What would you like to do today?” I was not prepared for what she said and the way she...was acting.“I can’t do anything with you, I’m very busy today. Why don’t you go play golf or take the boat out?” She was looking at her watch with a very anxious look on her face.“OK Sweetie, you never tell me to go play golf, so I’ll do it for you,” I laughed. “I’ll go get my clubs from the garage.” Karen could never play poker. Her emotions were. I think in a way it stemmed from our reliance on each and a need for human contact and love. The baths only happened when our parents were out.I was fifteen when everything changed, Jessica was eighteen and she left home. She went to the states to work at a summer camp I guess she enjoyed the sudden freedom she found because she never came back home. For weeks I cried myself to sleep, it was three months before I found the letters she had written to me and that my parents had hidden.My parents. There was this very attractive mexican woman I would say in her late twenties. Let’s say her name was Maria. She had such a hot body and the perfect latina ass. She was skinny but her ass popped out just perfectly. Not to big but not to small. Maria had long brown hair and a a pretty face. Nice big lips and those fuck me eyes. I looked forward to every causal Friday in the office because she would always wear the tightest jeans. There was this one pair that always gave her a little wedgie in. "Ah haven't done so well with men, now have ah?" Niamh," I said and she looked at me, "it really doesn't matter whether it's a man or a woman that you're with as long as they make you happy." Ah'll keep that," she smiled.Anyway it was finally decided that while I was a worrisome old biddy and a hypocrite (although the kind of hypocrite they approved of) the situation with Rachael, Mac and Faolain was more for the good than the bad so long as her attention didn't wander and the two boys could.