Some of the damage he saw Bill remembered was already there when he came home for the funeral.Bill's eyes were drawn to the empty space in which his m...ther's old couch had once sat. His father was sleeping on it when he died and his decaying body ruined it before he was found. They had to burn it after his body was taken away. Bill set his sea bag down on the floor then wandered through the old house. As he went from room to room he flipped the light switches. He was pleased to find the lights. But Becca was never that unaware of her surroundings. Sensing movement, she guessed without looking who had moved up behind her."Good morning, Greg. I was hoping you'd come by."As her editor at the Times, Greg Hamilton had worked closely enough with her to know something was amiss. He pulled up a chair and waited a moment while she finished recording her thoughts. "Okay, here I am. What has you feeling so wound up today?" It was the date I had last night."Greg sighed. "With Dream Girls? How did. She sleeps with you every night. She enjoys your company. She admires you. She’s grateful to you for her material comfort. I can’t compete with all that. She loves me, but you’re her man.”“But if you and she do that you’ll be the father of her child. Won’t that draw her closer to you?”“Some. I’m not sure how it will work out exactly. I can’t imagine Jan would have me keep the baby, so it would live with you. But I would be its father. It would spend a lot of time with me and my family. My side. Lisa would move one or both just a little or wiggle her toes. What was even more adorable was the very thin see through nylons she wore. They were light navy blue and she stretched them closer to me. “Are you ok under there?” She asked. “Yes,” I answered as if annoyed in a slow drawn out yeeeeeeeesss….. But equally I was getting more turned on. My heart was beating so fast and all I could think about was sneakily putting my lips close to the tops of her toes and just gently kissing.