Eleven at the most. She had dark brown hair and wide green eyes, andwore a pink sweater with a unicorn on the front beneath a blue-jeanjumper. A stack...of OSHA manuals, each as thick as a phone book, satunderneath her bottom, providing her with the necessary additional liftfor her to reach the keyboard.When she saw me walking toward her, the look on her face went fromconfused to simple astonishment."Douglas?" she asked, turning in the gigantic chair to face me. "Is thatyou?"I nodded, hanging my. And the love we’d had before ‘The Brandon Incident’ had been deep and wonderful and had been the foundation of our lives in our thirties and forties. But all too often, on a day-to-day basis, our love had been just one corner of the triangle that was our daily lives. Like a triangular menu. Mix one part ‘us’ to one part ‘work’ to one part ‘parents’. The three all in balance, all too often meaning we were a bit too complacent and negligent of our love.As 2016 continued into 2017, all of this. Things progressed over the weeks and before long they would look at the pictures together with Glen giving Trina suggestions on how to dress for him and even put on the makeup he admired these preteens wearing. They were doing well hiding all of this from Jen. All of Trinas provocative outfits, makeup, costume jewelry and even her extra small fuck me heels were stashed in an attic corner. It was three months ago when Jen arrived totally unannounced and walked into Trinas bedroom. That moment. Ididn't know anything about this body, the person who had it before me,or even about the gifts that Maelyne had given her. Since I wassupposed to be taking over as Maelyne's champion, that kind ofinformation would have been useful."It would be nice to know if I was diabetic, or something," I grumbledaloud, thinking about all the problems I could have if I didn't knowmy own medical issues. "Hell, I could be deathly allergic to peanuts,for all I know."Suddenly, I felt something strange...a.