"There was now a glaze covering Ida's eyes as she spoke, "I remember wearing that dress to school that day, the proudest girl in school. I was so prou... and when I saw Nathan at lunch I rushed over and kissed him. All my girlfriends said, "UUUGGGHHH", that's your brother. I didn't care, I was so proud." That afternoon I got home from school, it was snowing and very cold" Ida continued, " and mom and dad were leaving as I got home. They told me they were going to but groceries, mom flashing some. If he lets his grades slip we have threatened to take his sports time away. The grades are staying up. Anna and I are more in love than ever and extremely happy. We both know we are on the far end of baby making, but we hope for an oops. Soon after Wanda’s death I sat down and exercised many of my demons by writing my side of the story, to act as a counterpoint to her letters. I had been writing notes about my observations and feelings for years. I depended heavily on those notes as I wrote. . He was after all a good looking young lad, and I was sure that there might be some girl in his class that would willingly allow him to fuck her for his first time. Then I thought if that was the case, then I was going to be best fuck he had had. In a matter of minutes I had gone from feeling ashamed, sick and guilty with myself, to sinking into total sexual depravity for my very own son. It was a few moments later when Mark came down stairs dressed in a t-shirt, and a pair of shorts, his eyes. Joe’s hand was fondling her breasts through the thin silk material of her dress. Claire’s hand was much lower down. Danny adjusted the rear view mirror. Her hand was gripping his bulge. As she offered him her lips and her breasts she held on to his bulge. From time to time she broke off to speak to him. Her voice was low and soft and he could not hear what she was saying or make out what she was saying but he knew from their smiles; he knew from the look on Joe’s face that she was talking sex..