Neither of us were drinkers but I opened a bottle of Sam Adams Boston Lager that I poured into two glasses.We chatted about family matters. She also c...mplained about how her boyfriend was neglecting her and that she feared he was also seeing someone else. The conversation turned to the upcoming Halloween night. Her teenage daughter was spending the night with Shelly's older daughter Sally at her house helping with the two little ones."Dad, I'm going to be alone in my apartment. We don't get. I got to thinking aboutwhat happened with my dad and realized it would be pretty selfish of meto kill myself and leave my body for my mom to find after she's alreadylost him. Its getting close to Christmas and the lights look pretty and even thesnow somehow looks better.I don't know if I'm any better, but I'm goingto try and survive.*****Merry Christmas, Diary!It was actually a nice Christmas. John is just glowing with his new-found faith. I'm still struggling with mine, but I'm happy for. It made her heart flutter every time she thought about it. She wanted to cuddle again, every night. The memory of his gentle caress of her breast, such a sharp contrast to Jim’s painful immature grasping at the dance, made her body tingle, her nipples responding, areolae becoming sensitive. Sia especially appreciated Dad’s restraint. She’d felt his erection against her buttocks, a sign of his arousal. Yet he’d done nothing, simply satisfied to hold her. Somehow, that made Dad seem even more. And anyway, I was clearly not angry. In fact, I was really turned on and she could feel it.Eventually, she whispered that it was just one guy, that they had drunk champagne and danced, then wandered outside to get some air and started kissing, which led to fondling and dry humping on the footpath. The bouncer had told them to move away from the door and unkindly suggested they go to the beach, which they duly did. They had fucked on the beach for over an hour and they could hear Sue and some.