"Now remembering how things always worked my body began to calm down. Normally we slept together because neither of us wanted to go up stairs so we di...n't. We normally shared the futon down stairs with now problem until the kids woke up then we were pushed to the far side of the futon. Tonight felt different it felt more like she was sleeping in my arms (I sleep with my arms around anything that is near me) because she wanted to, not because she and I were both lazy. We lay down and she. When we was inside Miss Jackson went right to talking and apologizing for not being more sociable, she leaned towards me and I bent down, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her right on her big soft lips. We made out for a while on my couch, every now and then she would look around at the stuff in my room or ask questions about my family or some of our old neighbors. That went on for an hour or so until we was getting all worked up. When Miss Jackson starts getting excited she goes to. The name sounded familiar."Dallas," said Amy."I'll let you know what happens," Debbie informed, "unless you'll be home in time to watch it." She said the last in a teasing manner looking at me.Oh! Dallas! I remembered. Had J.R. been shot yet? It was better not to ask the question."She won't be home in time," I told Debbie.I took her to a nice steak restaurant. I ordered chicken and she had fish.Amy was the youngest of three children. Her brother was the oldest and she had a middle sister. She. Roger was regarding me with an odd smirk. I hated the direction this conversation was going and tried my best to steer us on to dinner. My stomach growled. “I’m hungry. You, Roger?” “Well...I’m kind of interested in what your wife is getting at.” I stood up, grabbed Jennifer by the shoulder, and tried to steer her towards the kitchen. “Jennifer could you please not...” She shrugged my hand away. “Wait!” she snapped. My lips trembled as if I had been slapped. Jennifer had never turned on me.