They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and Cindy realized Jim was in even worse shape than she was. He looked completely lost.She cleared he... throat. "I feel as if I've been hit by a train, but you look as if you've seen a ghost." I feel as if I am a ghost."Cindy smiled and tried to get Jim to smile back. "A friendly ghost? Can I call you Casper?"Jim just shook his head. "Cindy, are you real? Am I real?" Sorry... Jim, what's up?" I... I can't talk about it..." ... Okay..." Cindy sat. " He can't handle them any better than I can. I ... I hoped maybe he and I could talk some more. Gawd, Keira, I'm at my wit's end! You two seem to be the only two people that will listen to me! If I don't do something soon, I'm going to go crazy!" Cynthia, we both know that what you want is a good fuck!" Keira spat out. "Isn't that why you're looking for him? So you can get him between your legs again?!" No! Is that what you think? That I'm so fucking hard up that I have to steal someone's. Her face was flush and she was smiling now. She bent over him and put her hands on his face. ‘Mom, you’re drunk.’ Danny said, pushing her back up. ‘I’m not as think as you drunk I am!’ Jen hiccuped loudly. ‘Come on mom, you need to collect yourself.’ Danny said, trying to sit up. ‘Who…who said you could go anywhere…’ Jen stuttered, ‘I’m not through with you…strong man…’ ‘Mom!’ Danny said, realizing what she was doing. ‘I love you so much.’ Jen said, unbuttoning her shirt. ‘Mother! I’m your. "Skippy, don't cry. Please don't cry. You'll be fine. We'll be fine."She wiped the tears from her eyes. "I wonder if you'll say that when this hurricane huffs and puffs, and blows your cottage down. And we drown. Oh my dear God, we are going to die!" And she cried even louder, and began to tremble.I have to take her mind off this. She's getting hysterical, he realized. "Skippy, would you like something to eat? Texturally, this wine works well with lemongrass-poached Alaskan halibut, with.