.." he gasped when he realized that I was lounging around our master suite partially naked. "How was your flight, Robert?" "I'm here and you're there.....naked." Laughing, I removed my boy shorts; my hand palming my left breast kneading the full mound as I gazed intently at the screen. "Robert, you contacted me. What's up?" "You're not playing fair again, wifey!" "What do you mean? I'm doing what I do when you're not here." "Which is?" He shifted in the hotel room chair uncomfortably as I reached. “Just those quiet words,” I suggested.“Rough you up a little maybe,” he said.“You mean like this,” I said striking a quick blow to his face. I was pretty sure there was the sounds of bones crunching. To make sure he remember me, I hit him one more time to his right clavicle. In other words he was going to be in some pain for a while.The worst thing was I had an audience for the whole thing. While he sat on the ground leaning on the car parked a space away, I broke his gun apart, wiped the. My neighbor's house was about a hundred yards away and I stepped gingerly along the road until I reached some bushes on the border of the front lawn. What now? The house was dark with no sign of movement so I decided I was going to walk up and touch the front door. First, though, I turned to look at my house across the field. Just as I figured, it was impossible to see much of anything in my yard from here. I felt a small twinge of disappointment that the people living here couldn't possibly. It was eerie."I'm getting to that. I went to the adoption agency and asked for my records on my biological parents. Things are different these days, agencies seem very open to helping adults find their real parents. It's not like in the movies where everything is some sort of epic," Allison said. "So I got our mothers name and looked her up last year, only to find she had passed away. Eventually I got your name from the obituary and when I went to visit you in New York the neighbors told me how.