I opened the fridge and found she made me more pudding and a note on a small pitcher “Jim you can have this too but it does have a little alcohol in...it…don’t worry it won’t make you drunk…but you sip it not gulp it – it’s a margarita” with another note on a glass “use this glass.” I had never tasted it but I decided I would tomorrow. I wanted to see those pictures of her again. I went to her studio and opened the drawer to find the magazine gone and nothing of interest. I was disappointed – but. "What's going on? What happened up in Kansas City? Why is Rebecca abandoning her child without even a thought about how Millicent will feel?"Brian, we studied postpartum depression forever in medical school, and if I've ever seen a case of lingering, serious, postpartum, this is it, but Rebecca has sealed herself off from all of us, and everything. There's no way in to talk to her, reason with her, protect her from herself, or let her know how much we all care."She could be dangerous to. He laughs and shakes his head, then holds out two of his fingers to me and says ‘Here, smell these’. Im not really sure what he’s on about but lean over and sniff his fingers. ‘Can you still smell her on them?’ he says and winks at me.With a dawning realisation I know that his fingers smell of my wife’s cunt. He looks over at me with a big smile on his face. ‘Did she not tell you? Hah, I found her slumped on the floor near the toilets just after our little dance. She was well pissed son, I. " I answer. I had never given one before but I had read a book onmassages. "You had better." she warns. Audrey walks into the bedroom and lays face-down on my bed. I get some lotion and get on the bed kneeling beside her. I squirt some lotion on her back and start rubbing it in. "Is that OK Miss Audrey?" I asked. "Yeah that's good." she answers. I do her back, neck, and shoulders and then squirt some more lotion on her ass and rub it in. After the lotion is rubbed in I use my knuckles and.