" she said,"How about you?" "You are the best fuck I've ever had!" I said with a grin. I didn't tell her she was the first and only one I'd ever had....Cool. so I take it you want to keep doing it?" She asked.As she spoke it hit me she wanted to do it again!"Hell yes!" I yelped."Ok, but if we do you have to promise not to read my diary or use mom's pill on me." She said. What she had said hit me like a physical blow. "I would never...." I started to protest. "Don't deny you did."Jean said,"I. ”“We might not see eye to eye on some things, but like you I've always had a bit of a crush on him and now that the cat is out of the bag I want a bit of fun myself.”At this point I felt like a bit of a bystander and the whole scene just seemed weird. Here I was my wife up stairs still asleep hopefully and I had a mother and daughter virtually fighting over me.“Look,” I managed to say, “I think perhaps we need to sort this out after the holiday.”Jean smiled and said,“No way, darling, I need a. And they know you, at least they know your name as well – that's it for the social part. Your eyes slowly scan the whole crowd from the corner you're sitting in, tired from your hard week. There's her at the bar. You've never seen her, and you've come here every week in years. As though she feels your eyes lingering on her silhouette, she turns her head in your direction. What a smile she shares with you. Needless to think twice, go for it! You steadily walk towards her, eyes locked with hers.. ” I looked at her in shock. “Anytime the view of a dead body starts getting to you, call that image to mind.” She winked at me.Damn! A sense of humor? I didn’t think Amanda was even human.I use a hardboard drawing palette when I can’t have an easel. I have huge binder clips that I can attach paper or a whole pad with, and an oblong hole on two sides that I can use to hang on to it. We marched into the operating theater again with the rest of the class after we’d put on our gloves and masks. It.