"Why?" Brent asked, curious."It was the best year of my life," she said unequivocally."I'm glad to hear that. I was pretty good for me too," he agreed..."I want it to be like this, but I want to be with you more," she admitted."I feel the same way, but I'm torn," Brent said."What do you mean?"Brent stopped and turned to Bonnie, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you, Bonnie. I want you to be happy. I know you're ... uncomfortable with our time apart. But ... I can't be selfish. You love your. Her milk laden breasts hung over him and he urged her over onto her back. She felt a pang of pleasure – she knew what was going to happen and was powerless to stop it. She felt her nipple spurt warm milk and she flushed with embarrassment. “Oh God, I’m sorry but I can’t help it.” “It’s all right” he said, and as he caressed her breasts and they became wet with her milk. “It’s lovely.” He brought his face to her chest and started to kiss her breasts and stroke. It was my all time favorite fragrance. Elissa had worn it the first time we met. She wore it the first time we made love. She wore it on our wedding day. But I digress. Now the familiar fragrance was wafting through the room. I felt a body rest on the bed beside me. I reached out and felt a silky soft body I knew to be Suzie. Stroking the body under the fabric of the sheets, I reached up and pulled her down to me. My arms enveloped her small frame and I showered her with kisses. I was just. .. but grew, fanned by my panic and grief, into a hurricane blaze. I started broadcasting it all around me, the feelings too intense to stay contained within my body."Ike?" I heard a tiny voice call me from far away.I climbed up off the couch and stood looking around, searching for... grasping for... "Ike?" the voice called me again. Had I gone insane at last? Had the shrinks been right to worry about me?I turned slowly, rage rippling from me like heat waves from the floor of the desert at.