When I stepped under the spray to rinse my hair I couldn’t help but moan as the last of my tension slipped away. I continued to ‘mmmmm’ and purr...and sigh as I soaped up and rinsed my body. It wasn’t until I had stepped out of the shower and was toweling of that I realized what that must have sounded like and I couldn’t help but laugh. I stood in front of the mirror studying myself but quickly shook my head and looked away know if I analyzed my body I would lose my nerve and I needed to be. I’m betting that a few years before he died, he had a problem with his heart, pain, a mild heart attack, something like that. So, Harry, who always struck me as a really bright guy, decided to find out just how bad things were. He took a ‘business trip’ somewhere there was a big name-brand hospital with a name-brand heart specialist, and a pocketful of cash. He gave them a fake name and Social Security number and had a full work-up done. My bet, the specialist told him he was a ticking time. "So where did we leave off yesterday?" I asked, allowing my son to control the role play scenario."You were discussing about the underlying i****t plot of Hamlet and his mother," he smiled.I replied, trying to remember a play I have not read in twenty years, "Well, there have been many Shakespearian experts who point out that there is lots of naughty innuendo of an i****t relationship between the two." Isn't that wrong?" Michael asked.Dangling my heel from my left foot, I answered, "Well,. . all the Princesses and our half sisters have always enlisted help. They grew so fast they hurt and massaging them helps. Mother was ok with a Martin rubbing mine ... she knew I wasn't going to go any farther. If he'd been an Austin, she wouldn't have let him anywhere near me. After school we'd come do homework and Jimmy would rub my boobs. And that's all." So?" She'd be renting the church if she knew I know an Austin who is older. If she knew his name was David? She's be posting the Bans."If.