The fingers on my right find their way into her slit as she thrusts forward from her arch. "Oh gawd, they failed. They tried and they failed." ...She gasps, rasps, and thrusts against my hand, flooding my palm, mixing the now warm water with her hot lusty liquid. The bite becomes a sting. The flesh opens over so slightly. Three pores burst forth a mixture of sweat and blood. This will be the smallest yet darkest hickey she's ever had. She is not mine, but I mark her anyway. The bug. . little temper tantrums, I guess. Maybe it's menopause." I hadn't thought of that. That can cause all kinds of reactions in women, I hear," he said."I hope it's as simple as that. I'd hate to see you back sleeping in the front bedroom again."It was all Bill could do to will himself not to react. "What do you mean?" he asked in a controlled voice."Oh, come on, Dad. You weren't fooling us. I know you and mom went through a bad time a few years ago. We were just happy when it was over." She was. ” The captain laughed loudly, “Is that the only reason? I can teach you.” He set her down and walked her to his cabin. It was lush and beautiful a far cry from where she’d been staying. It was very similar to what she was used to at home and probably what it would have been like if she had made it to her husband. “Now my dear before I kiss you again, you must change. You have been in that garment for three weeks now and well, I’m sorry to say this but it reeks.” She gave the captain a. She said she wanted to "introduce me" to one of nieces, coming in to visit the following week, and what day might I be available. "Introduce" was Clara's codeword for "fuck." I erased the message. How many nieces did Clara have, anyway?The primary purpose for me making the trip to Nashville was to confront Harriett's new boss Ryan (I learned it was spelled Rianne by reading Harriett's notes, scattered on the dining room table) about her sexual approach to my wife. Basically, Harriett wanted me.