At first, she only chatted with him during my long absences from home; but finally, my sweet Ana told me that she wanted to meet the guy in person…S...e said her new friend was a handsome black in his early thirties.One day, we made arrangements to meet him at a highway motel.Once we met there, Buck asked me if I was sure of letting him fuck my sensual wife. I just answered it was fine for me…Anita laughed behind me, saying she was sure of wanting this…They both stood next to the bed and I sat. ’. He shook her hand firmly, smiling evenly, and showed no reaction. ‘Hi, relax. Come on in.’ His eyes traced her neckline, her curves, and settled on her tightly bound breasts. Then back to her eyes. Hey, I saw that, she thought. ‘Please, get comfortable.’ ‘Thanks. I’ll try.’ His office was furnished in early Sigmund Freud. The classic therapist couch (I’ve never seen one of those for real, she thought). Dark wood. Comfortable rug. Broad desk with a single file open. Large chair for him. Sit. Every skinned knee, fever, heartache, black eye, broken date, every disappointment my children endured... Oh, but those memories were so outnumbered by the others. They filled my mind. Happy pictures of my children in school recitals and plays and church cantatas and choirs. The steps up from every level from kindergarten to Law School. Academy graduations and Commissioning Ceremonies and Doctorial Vestings. Awards and presentations ranging from perfect attendance at Catholic Youth to Medals of. ’ I angrily shouted, ‘Tom, I don’t like that type of teasing! You stay out of Debbie’s personal life and she’ll stay out of ours! We all agreed to forget that night! That fiasco should have never happened!’ Tom apologized and kissed me good-bye as he got into his truck to return to State for the afternoon practice. Debbie and I were walking back to class when I asked, ‘Sis, you aren’t falling in love with Steve are you?’ Debbie stuttered, ‘Huh… huh… Well not hardly! I just like the way Steve.