She knew it was a little prestigious, butshe hoped that in time she would manage to get Stephanie in a spot whereshe would never have to give a comman... anymore. A spot where Stephaniehad studied her wishes so thoroughly that she could anticipate what todo at any given moment. She realised it would never be a 100% air tightsystem, but it gave her something new to work on with Stephanie.Out of everyone she was the hardest on her own stepson. Simply becauseshe enjoyed it, but also because she was. It was Cindy, one of the divorced women from our church. It was the woman that Bob said he had sex with after our divorce. I beg to differ, I’d seen his truck over at Cindy’s a few times before, too. I didn’t say anything. It was basically all over for me. It was just a matter of time before I would divorce him. I was much older now and had to get myself in order to live my life without him. The only person I told was my sister and that’s when we started making plans for me to move in with her.. He hugged me, but they were just hugs. Sometimes he kissed me on top of my head, but so did my aunt and uncle and who knows how many other people.Before Mrs. C. died, our families had this agreement about sleepovers. I’m not talking about her staying all night at my house, or me at hers. We did that all the time. The way we defined “sleepover” was when you invited five to ten girls and made a party out of it.If Chrissy and I had had our way, we’d have slept over all the time. It wouldn’t have. When you had your affair, I knew about it within a week of the start. I can read you like a book, and I just knew.I even guessed who it was. I just decided I had no right to confront you with it - I couldn’t be that hypocritical. But let me carry on.“When the loft had been done, and before you were posted South, Brett came to me for his afternoon session, and after we’d fucked he said to me, ‘You’d like Gary.’Gary was the electrician and a little bit younger, slightly shy but in a quiet sort of.