" When he didn't release me, I spun to him, tearing my arm from his hand. "No thanks to you, you're sister is fine now. My father saved her. He used l...ve to accomplish in ten minutes what therapists couldn't get done in two weeks. I'll tell you the same thing you told your mother when she wouldn't go to Sara. Do you remember what you said to her? I do. You told her you loved her, but you didn't like her very much right then. Well, I don't like you very much right now, either, bubba. I don't. We buried him on a Thursday morning with all the military fanfare a fallen Team member deserved. That night Clarisse and I went out on the town. We went out on the town to celebrate Clarisse’s freedom more than it was a celebration for a fallen “hero.” Julie and Carol Ann, as young as they were, came to the realization that their mother and I were lovers. We found that out one morning as Clarisse was leaving to spend a day with a girlfriend. I kissed her on the cheek and Julie and Carol Anne. She read on envisioning the man behind the words, the voice beneath the facade. Before long she was totally immersed into the book. Her imagination conjured up sultry images of Hemingway, Brayden and her. Her mind raced with the thoughts of the brazen couple earlier. She felt the urge to slip her hand beneath her skirt. Slowly letting her hands wander beneath the hem of the skirt’s waistband. The slow anticipation of her fingers meeting the solid sateen of her panty line. She eased aside the. The venue once again was to be the Mechanic's Institute Hall.Jen was excited and just about drove everyone nuts with her continuous chatter, Jess suggested I should give her the undergarments present early in the day, that way she could wear them to the party but keep the nightwear until the evening as a further surprise.Birthday morning dawned and I woke Jen with a soft kiss, "good morning my love, happy birthday sweetheart." Mmm, thankyou Jimmy, that's a lovely way to wake up."We had a shower.