Maybe you think me a wicked old hag for airing my son's dirty laundry in public? All I say in response to that is -- "it's nothing a mother hasn't see... before." Perhaps you believe an old woman should not speak of such horrors and lusts? You, dear reader, do not know women at all.(vi.)Ray awoke the following evening, having slept solidly for over 18 hours. A cursory glance out of the window revealed the autumn sky already beginning to show signs of darkening, a blaze of yellow and orange. I knew she wouldrefuse, because smoking had become one of our secondarywars. I wanted to quit, but couldn’t. She had quit, easily,and never let me forget it. She hadn’t touched acigarette in at least five years. But she touched thisone, putting it between her lips and then holding hishand as he lit it for her. What the fuck is going on?They talked and smoked and drank and then the bandstarted playing its next set. A couple of dozen couplesgot up to dance and then she was leading him. “Well, he works there. He’s an attorney at one of the big firms there. I’m not sure where he lives.”“So you were what ... seven, when they split up?” Phil wondered.“I was three,” Hailey answered, staring out the passenger window. “The house in Stony Ridge was his. Mom got it in the divorce because this is a no-fault state. It doesn’t matter who is to blame for the divorce. The assets are split. My father kept the majority of the money and she kept the house. I know he moved to Rollins. I went. I had his shirt open and his pants unbuttoned, before he dropped to the edge of the bed. I felt his penis in my hand. His penis was just an average size, but that was plenty. This obsession with size among men baffles me. Most of the feeling, in my vagina at least, is at the front. One size feels as good as another at that point. The small additional feelings from an over sized prick are usually somewhat uncomfortable. Maybe some women experience it differently; I'm just explaining how I.