" Sure. Maybe." Yeah. That'd be good."She looked off to the side toward the bank of windows facing east. A full moon was rising behind a veil of fog -...bold yet diffuse."I feel stupid," she added, as if she were talking to someone on the other side of the room. Her wrist pulled out from under his hand.They spent more time eating without talking. Forks ticking and scraping again. Pursed lips sucking in strands of buttery pasta. Lamb wondered if she knew how the sound of her sucking spaghetti. Then he got some kind of cream or something and worked it inside of me. Again, he swirled his fingers around, this time coating my innards. It felt good. I could tell that I was nice and slick because he was now sliding four fingers in and out without difficulty. He got out and toweled himself off before doing the same to me. His hands were so gentle, I felt like I was a k** again being bathed by my mother. He gave me a warm smile when he was done. He helped me back up to my feet and walked me. Jane looked at Sam who was as clueless as she was. Sam went over to the mother and child. "Hallie? Are you ok? Where's Simon?"Hallie hiccupped and looked up at the adults with her red teary eyes. "He's upstairs. He says he wants his REAL mom."Sam sighed and looked at Jane. "I'm really sorry. Ever since Tanya left me, Simon thinks it's my fault. As if I should have fought to keep her. He's been mad at me for a while but I figured he'd get over it."Jane looked sympathetic. "I understand it must. I sent it out to every men's magazine I could think of, foolishly hoping that if the stroke mags could make big bushes popular again that fashions would change. All I wanted was to fulfill my boyhood dream and to finally, finally dine on an actual hair pie and slide my cock into a proper fully-tressed minge. I never received a single response to any of my letters, and eventually resolved myself to a lifetime of unsatisfying sex with women devoted to their shorn and prickly cactus pussies. .