I had never mentioned it to her because I never believed that there was any way in hell she would ever do it. Now, following her afternoon romp with M.... Burns, my fantasy did not seem like it was hopeless after all. Secondly, whatever she was going to tell me about my mother I was going to believe. My mother has never liked my wife. Of course, she has never liked any of the women in my life. Some of the things she had done to put those women in a bad light convinced me long ago to ignore. The best part of this surprise? You don’t even know I am in town yet…I rush inside and follow you from a distance…and watch as you get settled in at your desk. As a man in a suit leaves your desk I decide my soaking wet pussy can wait no longer and come out from hiding. You look up professionally to see how you can help me, but instant recognition takes over and your façade falls away!You squeal with delight and jump up from your desk, your own skirt flying up revealing your wonderful thighs. And when she started painting at Brook House, she couldn’t stop. And when she had painted her heart out at Brook House, she moved on to the other settings that she had painted in the winters ten years earlier. She wanted to paint them in the spring now. And it was the spring of 1945 and the meadows were coming alive—and the war was winding down at last. Thus it was that in a warm afternoon of May 1945 Ada found herself in ‘her’ glen, where the waters of the upper Wolf Creek tumbled down to. I need to tell Abby, too, since she’s the head of HR. I’m sure the shit is going to hit the fan because of this revelation.” Alice hurried over to the other table in the dining area they were seated at. Her arms were flapping. Dori was sitting with them so she could tell all her friends from Knightsbridge Manufacturing what had just been published in the local newspaper.Alice remained agitated all night long. She sat with Erin for a while as she called around to find out how the story happened.