"It's like I'm not even alive." That's not true," I said, wondering if she liked me or hated me or what."That's what Tiffany said too." What did she s...y?" That you're always looking at me." Oh." I didn't really believe her though." She can't lie," I said, but I still wasn't sure I'd been checking Candy out as much as Tiffany had claimed. I'd just sorta been looking at her."I know," she said, putting the cap on her nail polish and twisting it. "Do you wanna blow on my toes?" What?'"Blow on. We each had a k** from a previous relationship and we have had two happy, healthy c***dren in our marriage.My story does not start here but it starts when I was 15 years old. I got my high school sweetheart pregnant. We had a baby, a son. It was tough for a couple years because my parents were older and and fate had a different plan for her and her parents.When My son was three, her parents got hit by a drunk driver and were instantly killed. The next couple of years brought the death of my. I still wrote an individual card to everyone I knew. I'd delivered fifty here at the ranch and mailed two dozen more this year. I wanted each of my cousins and our parents to know that I thought of them. I wasn't sure what Coach Hancock, Ms. Sullivan, Ms. Streeter, and Ms. Hammer thought about receiving Christmas cards from me, but they were important in my life.Once the remnants of the celebration were cleaned up and we made sure everyone had a place to sleep, my family went back to the. Then I tasted something salty and when I took her head in my hands to have a look at her face, I saw she had tears on her cheeks.I didn't ask, but she told me she had missed me more than she'd missed anyone else and that she was so happy to feel me so close again. I literally melted away and kissed her tears away and kept kissing her until she told me, straight away, she wanted me to fuck her right there, right now.Now, to my comment about the advice I should have listened to, not to wear any.