My mom had signed me up for swim lessons when I was little, because it was the thing to do, and with the added benefit, that got me out of her hair. N...t that she was a mean mom; she just found it hard to relate to us kids.At swim lessons, I had taken to it like a duck to water, and now whenever I could I would swim laps in our pool. I was excited, as today was the first time this year that it was really warm enough to go in the water.In my room I rummaged through my dresser till I found last. I helped Helen bring out the food and by the time dinner was over I was feeling no pain and talking endlessly to them. Helen suggested we go swimming and told me to follow her upstairs to find a suit to wear. She lead me in the bed room and started kissing me and pulling off my cloths. I then felt myself fall back on the bed and she was right on top of me. I just gave into her and was enjoying her attention. She had undressed as well and straddled my face and I started kissing her. I felt hands. Seeing the time though, she hurries to get ready in the outfit Donald brought for her to wear today. She loves the emerald green dress he picked for her, and the feel of the white fishnets, something new, against her legs is exquisite. Dressed and ready to go she hurries downstairs, suddenly remembers the mess that was left from dinner the night before. But when she investigates the dining room everything is back in order, and in the kitchen, there is nothing to clean.‘Had Donald done all. It was no good crying over spilt milk. She had made her decision, which she still thought was the right one, and must live with the consequences. That did not make her any happier though. She felt bereaved almost as she had when Gwen had deserted her. What had she done to deserve to go through this misery twice and yet to be so blessed in other ways with a job she enjoyed and which paid well plus her beloved cottage? She knew she was capable of loving Gerry selflessly but she could not live.