While they seemed to get along well enough, it was readily apparent that Bea didn't have the same emotional feelings for Aunt Clara that Aunt Clara ha... for her.In August, Bea started having an affair with a married man who lived and worked in Bolling. I heard about it right away, because Aunt Clara came to me, asking me to intercede, to force Bea to end that relationship. I told her I'd have a talk with Bea.My original plan had been to simply tell Bea that it was up to her to not have her. ” ‘Neither did yours,’ I want to say in return, but I’m too afraid that all he gets to hear will be a needful moan from shaking lips, so I swallow hard and stammer, “Thank you, Robert.” He leans back, but his hands still hold me rooted to the spot without effort. “You seem to be nervous.” I feel his eyes roam up my body, starting with my painted toenails and the delicate, sparkling silver high heels I had bought for this evening, over my legs which are only slightly concealed by the expensive. A shrink would love to get his couch under me."Abby brought over the biscuits and laid a reassuring hand on David's for a few seconds before returning to the stove."Anyway, I'm surprised I have to tell you about this. I'd have thought you'd heard Bob over here. He exploded. That's the only word I can think of. Everybody was looking over at us. He couldn't believe that I was ... you know." I couldn't. Here, I put in one sugar for you."His thank you was returned by warm smile."The upshot is that. I swam back from the boat and watched it overturn in the black water mirrored by the skies hint of light. I watched the white swirls created by the sinking motor, then swam to shore myself. The panic button had been tripped for two of the gentlemen I was guiding. One, still kept his wits about him. ‘Help, Can anybody hear me. Help…S.O.S.’ Yelling out across the lake on an Island that I refereed to as George’s Island. My Stepfather had a Duck blind there for years but after his passing it just.