“Maybe just one more, then I think we’ve had quite enough for one day,”My bag fell to the floor, on my left, I reached down for it, as I leaned,...her hand fell from my arm and landed on my thigh. She didn’t move it away. Feeling flustered, I grabbed my glass and swallowed half in one go.Did her fingers just squeeze my leg? Maybe I imaged it, my sozzled brain said.This time, I definitely felt it, the slightest squeeze, her hand inched just a tiny bit lower, toward the inside of my thigh. I looked. Finally, he opened his eyes and said, Mommy, can you stop now? I immediately stopped stroking – worried that he was unhappy. Is everything okay? I asked, with obvious concern in my voice. Yeah, he said. It just kind of hurt a little at the end. Did you like what I did? I asked. Yeah. It felt ticklish, he said with a big smile. I smiled and said, Good, honey. Im glad you liked it. Now you know how to make yourself feel better. The smile quickly faded, and David seemed a little taken. He’s already there, looking worried. “I was afraid you weren’t coming. I should have known better than to go to bed early.” “I’m here. Now, no exotic places. Let’s not waste any time. My name is Samantha Wright, I’m married, I’m a company manager, I used to paint, I was good too, but suburbia has sucked away all my inspiration, I sleepwalk through my daily routine, and there was no excitement in my life until I started dreaming about you. Your turn.” “Go figure, I found Mrs. Right.” “That’s. “We know you worry, Dad.”“Worry?”“Yeah, you worry that me ‘n’ Haley might decide we don’t NEED you.”“But we do need you,” my teen wife said. “You’re not an option.”“Not an accessory to us,” Deena added. “We love you. Really, forever love you.”So I don’t worry when I’m out of town, but I really have incentive to get home.Flying? Oh, sure, another three or four hours, maybe, and I’ll have my private license, but we’re still looking for a plane, and there’s a dead spot in distance where it still.