She has told me to donate anything left to Goodwill. I cry as I sort out her things. I can’t help but drift back to where we bought this or she wore...this on that date. I come across a light cotton jacket she wore during her pregnancy. I cry as I clutch the soft garment. I feel something inside the breast pocket. It looks to be several letters. They are letters that Marie wrote to Jennifer. I brace myself as I slide to the floor to read them. I feel ill I am so overcome with emotion. Marie has. "No, no. We're just going to steal the ideas. It goes like this: girl seduces her brother and father, very graphically of course, her mother dies, poisoned by her sister or something, her father marries the ambitious sister and then her new step-mother kills him and blames her. She is tried and tortured for the step-mother's pleasure, her own sister." He chuckled. "It's kind of complicated, but there plenty of action." He switched to the other nipple and chewed gently. "I'm buying a lot of. He took his time in finding my size, no doubt to keep looking at my quickly dampening mound. “I’ll have to go look in the back and see if we have any other size” He said.“I would hate for you to keep running back and forth, how about if I come with you and I can try them on there. We could save a lot of time.” I said as he agreed instantly…When I stood to grab my bag I made sure that he could see down my shirt and when he directed me to the store room I could almost feel his stare on my ass. Buying a cell phone at the drop of a hat, same with a laptop and now a home gym. Thinking about doing the same for a waffle iron. Boom, just like that getting hooked up for internet and cable TV. It seemed like I was hurrying, when I had nothing to hurry about.The introspective mood continued through the lunch, which we accompanied with another Anchor Steam. With lunch out of a to-go box and beer out of a bottle, the only cleanup involved was brushing my teeth."We should consider a training.