The few inches separating them in the car were like miles as they realized the severity of the situation. The next morning, they arrived at the hospit...l and waited in a small waiting room while the surgery took place. They were updated on a regular basis and at the end of the day, entered the intensive care unit to see their newborn daughter. She was full of tubes and very swollen. You could see the large scar down her chest where they had to cut her open. Natalie and Alex sat by her bedside. ’ I turned my head tosee who she was talking about – after all; there was justPriscilla and me. Then I heard Priscilla say `I used to knowa Marcie Green. She was a Financial Major at Harvardwhen I was doing some research there.’ I don’t know whowas more surprised – Priscilla or me – when the womangiggled `that’s little ol’ me.’ This woman looked like thestereotyped teenage boy’s fantasy woman and Priscillaremembered her as being. "Mmm, that feels good," Mom purred. "Maybe I shouldn't have let you dothat. It feels too good." She humped her hips against my probing finger,sending it farther inside the slippery way."Gee, Mom, thanks for letting me do this. I won't do any more than youwant me to, but I've dreamed of this since I was 11 or 12 years old, evenbefore I had any idea what sex was." I know that," Mom said with a little giggle. "Did you think I didn'tnotice you peeping at me whenever you got a chance. I even gave. My cottage is empty. I want to wake up next to you...Just relax for now and breathe with me."We began to take relaxing breaths together as we both slowed the pace down. As she rolled off me, she took my hand and we walked to our cars. I was entranced by this woman. I could fall in love with her. Or maybe I was already. I knew the last ferry to Sag Harbor would leave without me.She lived not too far away and in about five minutes we pulled into her driveway. Her cottage was set back off the road.