She used to take care of me when I was growing up and she told me to come to her when my pa passed.”I looked at the girl and saw her bosom heaving f...om the excitement of the moment.Her generously sized upper body development was most impressive and I had a sudden urge to start kissing and licking her hidden nipples like she was a mama feeding a hungry child. I had no such urge with my Kate or most of the floppy chested females that worked the saloon circuit because their shop-worn tits were. She will see me now. I can imagine her eyes. Her bright blue eyes. Open beneath their shading lids. Wide open, staring at me. Staring at me as I arch my body over her. Staring at me. Her mouth open, her breathing faster. Staring at me.And I stare back at her. I smile at her with my sweet soft lips, the lips He loved around Him. The lips He pushed open and entered. I smile at her and she looks at my dark, matted hair. She looks at the gash in my cheek, darkened by dried blood. At the whiteness. I record it every night, and watch all the ones I've missed whenever I get a chance -- sometimes three or four in a row. This one was live, though. Well, probably not live, but I mean, we were seeing it at the scheduled time."I was trying to think of something apt to say in response to all this information, but Franklin didn't seem to expect me to answer. "Mare-Jay wants you to talk to her at some point ... Not tonight, though," he said.Had I heard right? Had he called her "Mare-Jay"?"It's that. ..”And this is the story he told:“Mrs. Fisher? This is Martha Jennings, Lance’s mother. I’m about to invite Danny over for supper. I wanted you to know that it was my invitation; he isn’t cadging a meal.” Mrs. Fisher acknowledged the issue. “Well, I haven’t made the invitation yet. Could you put Danny on?”Danny accepted. Two hours later, he showed up. She had dressed in a blouse and skirt, a teaching suit without the jacket. She wore no jewelry, not even earrings -- only the wedding ring she’d.