She was very subtle. Over the next week her affection was no more or less than normal, but each hug lasted a touch longer, each kiss lingered slightly...longer and her lips pressed slightly harder. I didn't respond any differently until Thursday. That evening, when I hugged my daughter goodnight, I caressed her slender back gently, subtly, feeling the bra strap underneath her cotton top, my hug pulling her body into mine just a bit tighter. I loved how petite and young she felt in my arms and. Well so was I, when she introduced me to her husband, who was standing off to the side grinning at us. Luckily for me, Jake had been a friend of Tammy and Sam’s way back when Joe got married and he seemed to know that Sam and I had had a little fling at the time. ‘Sorry to disappoint you buddy, but I laid my brand on Sam some time back.’ Jake grinned at me. We then dropped into a humorous exchange, where I accused him of stealing the love of my life from me. He took it in good heart and we. Coming close to winter the wind was blowing outsideand the chill of the air had begun to seep through all the cracks in the roofchilling me to my very bone. My husband Joe was asleep at my side as I lay awake hoping and dreamingof what I would do as soon as this war was over, how I longed to ride my bikedown to the woods again and feel the wind in my long unusually red hair andthe goose bumps start to appear on my skin as the wind rushed over my arms. I smiled to myself and lay back holding. .
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