“It took a lot of me explaining to him how he’d treated you to see that he pushed you to do what you did to him. I think he looks at it now as you...standing up for yourself.”I shrugged. “That’s only one of the issues. I don’t want anything to do with Billy or Linda. I don’t want to sit down and talk it out. I don’t want to shake hands and say ‘Merry Christmas’, I don’t want to sit around the table and pass the potatoes. I just want to be left alone. You got Linda as a daughter. It only cost you. I've waited because of Chris but now that he's fifteen and seems to be doing so well I thought this would be the time." But, we need you." Thanks for saying that, but Chris is developing into a fine young man and you and Randy..." Things are the same with Randy and me. I had hoped all these years that having Chris would make a big difference. It seems to have made little if any difference at all." Still you remain married." I know it doesn't seem to make any sense. It's just that I -- well I've. She uncrossed her arms and let them fall to her side before daintily wrapping loosely around his waist. His eyes gazed over her for a while, examining her nipples that were protruding inside her dress. He gently kissed her cleavage. Drawing a line with his tongue and lips, he softly kissed up her neck and eventually to her mouth. He carefully kissed her lips and continued to do so, each kiss becoming harder and more intense. Soon, they were engaging in long, tongue-filled, kisses. His hands. And she has this great British accent; of course she is from London. I’ve talked to her a few times in the gym we have at our apartment complex. Turns out she is full professor at the University. So I was coming home from a very long day at the office. It had just been a shit day. I had just walked in to my apartment and taken off my suit coat. As usual I pulled my gun off my belt along with my handcuffs and badge, and set them on the kitchen counter. Next thing I reached for was a beer. I had.