She's been crying.I sigh, put down my trowel, and stand."I'm Dr. Tobin," I admit.Her reaction is odd. She glances nervously towards the cemetery gate,...steps back on to the gravel path which winds its way in-between the graves and their markers, and actually seems on the verge of running away."Your wife ... She said..." Her eyes flick to Betty's headstone, and then jerk quickly away. "She said you could help me." Help you?" I stare at her, at a loss for words. My placid uneventful Sunday evening. "But I have a test in algebra," Mary protested. "I have to be in school Monday."Cherie had to smile because she knew that Mary was more concerned with a new boy friend than she was about missing a test. "Honey, I don't think school will be open Monday," Cherie said gently. "I think Uncle Frank is right. We need to stay here and see what happens."It seemed like a good idea at the time. It seemed like a good idea until about an hour ago.A pickup had pulled up in front of the cabin with three men. Once again I take you in my mouth but ever so gently because of the workout she just had. I nurse on her like a baby on her mommys tit and softy roll the eggs in your lady sack while you gently smoke. We doze again with me holding your lady sack and your soft clit in my mouth. At some point in the night your clit slipped out of my mouth but I awoke still between your spread legs with my face nestled on your thigh, your clit just touching my lips and my hand still wrapped around your lady sack.. Muffled thuds, shuffling, the dull hiss of the shower. It felt a little guilty at my desertion."Everything go okay?" I asked when she finally came into the kitchen."I'm a pro," she laughed, pausing to curl a defined bicep at me."You have time for coffee?" Sure."We sat there and chatted for ten minutes or so, an aimless conversation on topics I can't even recall today. It was nice to talk this way, to just have a break in the routine."Ryan was very ... how should I say ... very excited today."I.