“He’d destroy ev’rythin’ left that I love.” She began sobbing and buried her face in her hands before continuing. “He said he’ll let me ...eep the money.” She looked up at Helena with tears streaming down her face. “Tha’ I’ll need it ... ta try an’ find ... some measure o’ happiness in the world ... when he’s done...”Helena nodded her understanding and spoke in Gaeilge.“I won’t ask about him, then. But, you know who your husband was before? You knew him when he was Frank Morgan?” She motioned for. Danny would be checking up on her periodically and there better not be any pounds gained. She bridled a bit when the teenager fished a cloth tape measure out of his pocket but Lani held her tongue while he completed his measurements. "Trust, but verify," said Danny. "I hear President Reagan used to say that a lot. By the way, Mom, thanks again for letting Heather and me have your piece of cheesecake."Trying to pork out to gain weight was a bad idea anyway Lani thought. She would have only hurt. ”, I said, a bit embarrassed but excited too that she’d bring up a subject like that. ”Looked a minute ago like you’re “hoping” again!”My face turned beet red. Then, out of the blue, she changed the subject and asked me to get her a Coke from their fridge. I went to their kitchen, all the while thinking about our talk. I brought a Coke back to her. As I lay there, she took the Coke and shook it up. I guess I still had a dumb question mark over my head when she suddenly popped the tab just as. Don't be shy. I won't break." she purred. I crawled down to her feet just on the edge of the lounge chair. The long six inch wooden heels stuck over the edge. I started to rub her calves. "Oh! That is nice. If you ever give up your day job being the traffic guy. I might have a new job for you. I started to rub the oil on her long legs. I gently rubbed her soft skin. She closed her eyes as I moved to her right leg. She tensed her long legs as she let out a soft moan from my fingers. I started to.