"I'm sorry." She gave him a shy smile. "I didn't mean to fall apart like that." Her green eyes were bright from the tears. "It's all right." He smiled...back. "That's not an ordinary nightmare." He didn't tell her that he had dreams about that night as well. They were torture for him because nearly every time, in his dreams, Connie died. Sometimes she'd been thrown from the car; in others, she had a punctured lung after the airbag exploded and broke her ribs; there were more instances, and he. I picked up two salmon steaks, a few scallions, a small jar of sesame seeds, a small jar of sesame oil and a head of cauliflower. She had garlic, carrots and broccoli at home."So, I take it you're not expecting to get lucky tonight," she said. "Neither of us is going to smell very good." No, I'm expecting to get very lucky."I said it slowly and with apparent sincerity. She raised her doubtful eyebrows. I got a confused look on my face."Oh, you were talking about sex. I meant I was going to be. I was upset by this and replied: “Let me touch you, Mrs. Concha, leave me alone.” She tried to get away, but I said: “You started this and always unbutton your robe purposely for me to see. Means you wanna fuck!! I’m too turned on now and you want this.” Pointing at the big bulge in my thighs I continued: “Your ass is in deep shit, come on, let’s get to business, you bitch. You’re built like a brick shithouse ma’am!!” I stood up and drew her towards me, grabbed her asscheeks and clutched my. But I didn't give a damn. I grinned from ear to ear and said, "Thank you, Tyler."He smiled, said goodbye and left for his office.I cleaned up the kitchen just in time to greet Erin as she came stumbling down the stairs still half asleep. I offered to make her breakfast but she wasn't in the habit of eating either. So we sat together and had a cup of coffee.It took us several minutes to relax and begin to talk about the things we did yesterday. At first we talked more about our new clothes and.