That would have been even worse. I could tell the story as something which happened in the past, use a conciliatory tone of voice, imply that it didn'... matter anymore. I was convinced that Helen's version would be much more confrontational. And I didn't want any confrontation with Cathy.I could tell from Cathy's face that she knew exactly what I was thinking of. Should I come out with it?My deliberations were interrupted by the doorbell. The three workmen from the home gym place had come to. She was imagining the conversation where he says 'I still love you' when Gail buzzed."You know he's still waiting, right?" Who's waiting?" You're ex. He's been here since four-thirty."Rachael looked at the clock; it was 5:15. Ordinarily, she did not leave until 5:30. "Why didn't you call me?" He said not to. Said you knew he was here. He's been reading the journal but I thought maybe you forgot about him." Of course I didn't forget him!" She snapped, "I gotta tell Steve I'm leaving. Don't let. Then the flat length of his tongue lashed out and danced up and down her slick groove. Her body shuddered and her veins flooded with intense pleasure. She could feel her clit throbbing for attention and she unknowingly sent a prayer that his tongue would find it soon. Then he saw the brinjal by the bedside and laughed ' I really appreciate your concern for your sexual pleasure but you could have easily called me. Sure, a brinjal is a girl's friend but so are things in flesh and blood.'He. "Daddy?" came his daughter's voice from the hall. "Are you still up?"He heard his son's deep bass voice "No way. He never stays up this late."He turned his head as Melody stuck hers in the doorway to the living room."Daddy! You ARE up!" she squealed. Then she frowned. "Is anything wrong? Why are you still up?" She came into the room.Chuck didn't answer. He couldn't answer right then. He stared at Melody. She looked exactly like she did every other night. Her blond hair was tied back in a pony.