"I stood up. "This was supposed to be a merry Christmas. I wish there could be a do over." You did a nice thing," she said. "Go on home to your family... You can give them a merry Christmas." Haven't got one," I said."Why on Earth not?" She was pretty good at asking personal questions too, as it turned out."Law enforcement doesn't lend itself to having happy families. Too much time on the job, too much stress at home about whether you'll come home or not ... stuff like that." So you're divorced?". Wendy said, "But Evil Stepmother is so ... so ... fairy tale. The story is Grimm but it's much older than that." The last thing I need is history lessons by Dal's daughter," Ursula laughed. "I'll drive." After we take delivery of provisions, we're going home and clean the boat," I said.Toivonen said, "But my boat?" Not any longer," Wendy said, "You should call your father. He's pissed at you ... you too, mom." Ursula ... are you going to let these kids steal my boat?" Toivonen asked."Marcus,. “Don’t do that again!” she cried at me from out her mental haze. “Come on. It will feel good,” I said, “You’re so fucking hot, you know.” She gave me the most generic lame response ever, simply, “I’m waiting until marriage to do stuff like that.” I continued “cuddling” up to her, rubbing at any piece I could get my hands on. I could feel my cock beginning to stir and fill in my jeans. It was the idea of her very innocence, the fact that she probably really was still a virgin, coupled. ’ ‘That’s not true,’ I said, almost pleading. ‘It is true, and you know it,’ she insisted. ‘Half our lives are gone and I want something to look forward to other than another forty years of boredom.’ ‘Boredom? Is that what our life together was? Boring?’ ‘In the last few years, yes. We don’t have enough in common to make this marriage last. I’ve fulfilled my marital obligations to you and the children and I want a life of my own.’ I sat silently, looking at her, trying to see even a hint of.