" I smiled back, following her.Tracy watched us go, shaking her head.Cindy and Tracy drove off to the mall later that day. After they were gone I pick...d up the phone and gave Mike a call. I wanted to get together with him and have a talk, to try to get him to see my point of view a little. I had a speech all set up in my mind."What's up?" he asked bluntly when he came to the phone. I could already hear hostility in his tone."I was wondering if you wanted to come over for a little bit?" I asked.. The St. Augustine grew as if it were on steroid. It was good exercise too. That Monday morning my first stop and only stop for the first time since the summer began was the Wilson home. The Wilsons had the standard patch of grass as I liked to call it. They had a patch out front and a little in the back besides the pool area. The house was the typical stucco painted peach like many of the other house in the neighborhood. I knocked on the door. Mrs. Wilson came to the door. I was already. What he's got left after we get through with him, that is." But..."Mike massaged her clit with one thumb, watching her stomach muscles writhe from the stimulation. His hands were sticky with her secretions. "You think I could do this if we stayed with Mom?" he asked softly. "I thought you wanted me, and only me, for the rest of your life?" I do," she admitted as fire burned through her. "It's just that I love Mom and I hate to see her get hurt."Mike removed one of his hands from its soggy task. The black and white colouring of the printed note made it immediately clear that the letter was pre-written. All that was changed and added was a name, his name. He crumpled the note then jammed it in his pocket. He closed the mailbox then turned and walked forwards. The initial steps were difficult, almost mechanical. The note in his pocket had more weight than it should have as if gravity was pulling on it and him with more force. As Michael continued walking, a flood of memories rushed back.