”“Let me see what you got so far.” She started, “Maybe I can help.”Hmmm…I thought. I really liked Linda and I think she is a really nice...girl, but she does not come across as a literary genius. How she could possibly help me with my story was totally beyond me.I walked over to my computer desk and sat down in the big chair in front of the screen. I searched through my document folder and opened the story I was working on. Linda stood behind me and looked at the screen over my shoulder.“Not. She was born and grew up in the Jim Crow South. She and her second cousin escaped to the north when they were in their teens, eventually got married and bought their two-bedroom bungalow in 1941. She'd been living there ever since. Her husband, Calvin was conscripted as a ship's porter and went down with the rest of the crew after their ship was torpedoed by a U-boat in the North Atlantic. They never had children.She worked most of her adult life as a maid and a housekeeper, scrimping and. Right?"Jenni held up her hands defensively. "Sorry! I ought to know better, I know." Jenni, don't worry! I don't mind. As it happens, Jamie and I agree, we feel about each other ... like siblings. I mean, I love him, but as a brother. Even if I felt more than that, he's still ... fragile ... about Esther. But he's wonderful with the twins, and they think he's great. I ... could learn to love him, I suppose. I think we could maybe make each other happy, but ... no. He doesn't 'light my fire' and. I could hear her leave the room. I didn’t know what was going to happen.I could here the shower start. I could not see anything and was a bit nervous. The shower stopped and I got another Hard-on. I thought she was coming in the room right away but she went down stairs and turned on the TV. I layed there in anticipation for a long time. My hard-on went away. About 15 minutes later Ithought I felt something touch my leg but I wasn’t sure.Then nothing. Acouple of minutes later I felt a feather.