"I wanted to ask about Emery spending the night with your girls tomorrow night. It seems they've asked him and I wanted to make sure you knew about th...s and approved." Oh, Brock, maybe I'd better start with telling you about how I was brought up. Um, I'm sure it was unconventional but I was brought up by parents who were very open about sex and sexuality. I was not only told about masturbation when I was, oh, six or seven, I was encouraged to develop my sexual side. By ten, I had several. The head of my erection, which was lying up ready against my stomach was the first to feel the hair on his head before he moved that little bit more and I felt him take it inside his mouth. How hot it felt as his lips closed over it and felt his tongue work its way under the tight foreskin, his lips pushing it right down to expose the flesh. I loved this, feeling his tongue rove over me, making me shiver. Then came the shock of feeling his erection brush against my cheek and suddenly realised. ." I started to say before it dawned on me what she haddiscovered. It was my high heels. My 5" stiletto, black patent leatherheels... the heels that I wear when she wasn't around. They had been hiddeep in the closet jumble."Those... those are mine".She didn't say another word and neither did I. We stared at each otherfor what felt like eternity then she smiled the tiniest of smiles andwalked away.Not knowing what to do, I did the only thing I could think of at thatmoment - I kept. Jerome still missed his wife and rejoiced over every day he had spent with her. He even visited her grave—not to dig up the corpse—but to put flowers next to the new marker he had purchased for her. This, he said, finally steered him back towards the living instead of the dead. Manuel even smiled a little more at the meetings, and he used his Spanish curse words less frequently. At one point, Charlie could have sworn he had heard him singing a Mexican ballad as opposed to ranting aimlessly in.