I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly ...n front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep. As I slept, I had the strangest dream. I was a player in my favorite video.Except instead of fucking this blond chick, I was the blond chick. MarkSavage, the guy from the video, was fucking me. I could almost feel his hotcock going in and out of my tight pussy. I felt his strong arms around mywaist and could sense his hot breath on my back. I couldn't believe how goodit felt. I wanted more. I wanted him to cum inside me. In my dream, he cameinside me and I screamed. He pulled out and I rolled. ." To do what?" Marcus asked, but Ally could only shake her head that she didn't know."What could it all be about?" Lorraine asked."Maybe he wants to challenge the adoption?" Nick offered, with a shrug."Now? After all this time." I'm an adult now, though. It doesn't matter, does it?" Marcus put in."I'm not an expert on American Law," Ally offered with a shrug "but I do know that some of the states have different laws regarding majority, and drinking ages and driving and things. I don't know. Until his oldest brother turned 12, everything was pretty much normal between the three brothers. It had been commonplace in their house, ever since any of them could remember, for the three of them to get their baths together. Then, the oldest brother, Roy, wanted to shower alone, instead. That was fine. Jesse and his middle brother, Brad, still bathed together. Brad was about 10, then, and Jesse, 7, or so, give or take.I’m writing this from Jesse’s memoirs, told to me over a lifetime. .