We walked back to our cars saying very little to each other. We gave each other a peck on the lips and got into our cars. As I drove back home, again ... had mixed emotions about what just happened. On the hand I was relieved that we did not have sex, but on the other hand, I felt cheated out of my one chance to have sex with my high school idol. The one emotion that I could not shake was the guilt. I tried to busy myself that night with a project that my daughter was working on for school and I. He was panting and groaning in extreme lust and Ithought he was going to have a massive climax. I certainly was, but heseemed to be an expert in controlling himself and after a few- momentshe appeared to calm down and carried on with the dressing up games.He elegantly slid on a lovely pair of white satin French knickers andthen he turned To my wardrobe and took out a gorgeous satin gown. Oncemore I caught my breath as I saw ? what gown it was that attracted himso much. It was my wedding dress,. She’s your youngest isn’t she?’ ‘Yes and I have no idea how you arrived at that conclusion. She’s only just turned twenty-seven, the so-called after thought. My five children grew up here but in those days we had over 50,000 acres and now I’m left with just four acres. We sold off acreage to put each of our children through college and then after two long summer-autumn droughts and then depressed meat prices my husband and I sold most of the property to retire here where his grandparents used. It was a Sunday morning and there was not much traffic when she drove to Tom’s apartment downtown, a forty-five minute drive. It felt strange to realize she was now going to be living in his small apartment, but it was cozy and she liked that Tom always had flowers and was fairly neat and the apartment didn’t feel cluttered. They both liked to cook and she enjoyed standing next to him in the tiny kitchen, cutting vegetables, listening to classical music, sipping wine, stopping to hug each other.