We climbed under the covers, each staying on our own side of the bed in the eerie silence of the darkness. Then the enormity of my father’s stroke, ...nd his impending death hit me, and I began to cry. Although I tried to be silent in my tears, Gary sensed that I was weeping. “Mom, are you OK?” he asked with genuine concern. “Oh, I will be. I am just upset about your grandfather.” I said, my voice cracking as I spoke. I turned on my side, my back to my son, and continue to cry. Gary rolled over. It's a marquee cut diamond that is about 11/2 karats. It looks so great on my polished fingers.And yes, I weekly go to the nail salon to get them done, I just find it to be so enjoyable to get them done. He requires me to have good nails and of course a great body that needs to be shown off. He keeps me in very feminine outfits, I swear I always wear either a dress or skirt and heels under 41/2" are a huge no no. But I love my shoes, especially the new ballet boots he got me. Now those babies. Then I looked back winked at no one particular and did a fast split at the last chord of the break down, which seemed to get a chorus of groans, moans, and oh fuck me’s. I started to spin on the bar moving to the end, my hair spinning right along with my body. Gosh who ever said it wasn’t great to be sexy is out of their damn mind. And attention is like heroin, that shit is addictive. I stopped abruptly and pulled my shirt up over my head giving them a real show. I got cheers, some far off. A week later, Dee Dee asked me to call and invite Willie over for dinner. He came to dinner every week and we would watch television and visit afterwards. He agreed to come and came over on a Friday night after we got off work. Dee Dee had prepared a nice dinner after getting home from school and was preparing it when we got to my house. After dinner, Willie and I went into the living room and turned on the TV while Dee Dee finished cleaning up. I leaned over and asked Willie how he liked.