Even though Tammy was a a freak in the sheets she always said she was a lady, and did not like dirty name calling in bed or anywhere else for that mat...er.Soon the noises of a typical household were drowned out by the vulgar noises of a dirty cock sucking slut slurping, and deep-throating.She would go all the way down till her nose hit his stomach, and her chin his sack, and hold it there for as long as she could.This drove Jim wild, and soon he thought "what da hell" He grabbed her on either. Had he seen her there? He couldn't remember. She was a short, round, boxy woman, but he didn't mind that. What struck him more was that she had big, sympathetic eyes, and a kind of fleshiness that reminded him of a woman he had once known, who liked to have sex in front of a big picture window. That was how they'd met, in fact— apartments side by side, and she had begun putting on shows in front of his window. A strange way to meet someone, but it made sense in the city, where no one ever met. He loved her laugh, and heard it when her friends were over. She might not seem like him, but they did, and two of them liked the idea of spending time under him in bed, and he considered it, after the separation. They were eighteen.“Want to do something, Belle?” he asked as he rubbed her muscles.“Ice-cream?” she asked, it was a ritual until she was about sixteen. Track events were followed by ice cream, but at the time, Natalie would be with them. After Natalie stopped joining, the tradition. .. I can’t stop crying. There was so much blood.Her last words to me, “What will Edgar do?”That is the only question I can answer ... Edgar went to Texas.When they arrived, having come overland, the Rescue people had to pull me away from her cold dead body, her still born son, cord still a link between them, laying on her chest. There was so much blood!The snows let up just long enough to get her and her son flown to San Diego ... they wouldn’t let me on the aircraft. I’m still sick. The phones.