”Sandy laughed and shook her head. She had those same thoughts, but never expressed them to her kids. Bill Jr. never said a word throughout the whol... ordeal, but Sandy knew he also disliked his father for doing what he did.Annie then went to the kitchen and made them lunch, and as they were eating, her curiosity got the better of her. “Mom. I got to ask. Is he hung nicely? I mean I have seen him when they used to come over to pool party’s and god, he is a hunk.”Sandy just smiled at her. I started with a rundown of my background and why I answered her SOS for Help. I'm 70 years old, look a lot younger, and have dealt with chronic heart failure since 2014 which caused me to gain weight. I told Kirsten that I had lost fifty pounds in the past year but need some serious support and motivation to lose another fifty pounds by the end of the year.Kirsten in turn told me she would like to provide coaching calls for me followed by me giving her some feedback on her coaching techniques.. She says she’ll meet me there in an hour. I recognize her at once. She hasn’t changed, not really. She wears her hair in pigtails now, with the tips died blue. Her arms are half sleeved with tattoos, dragons writhing together in an act of violence or copulation. Otherwise, she is dressed in business clothes, an ankle length black skirt, and a black top with spaghetti straps that shows off her cleavage without quiet being immodest. She no longer wears the nose ring, but I think her ears have. Yesterday, Saturday, I'd been giving her hints. Even with the kids in the next room I'd grab her, fondle her, playfully be a PITA. Hinting at what I needed.This morning she told me that Grandma would be taking the kids out. That meant we'd have two, maybe three hours to ourselves, so rare, so precious. Knowing that for her that meant maybe we could go Christmas shopping together. She'd spent the morning cooking trying to stockpile some meals to be reheated against the interminable Christmas.