First time ever for her! Lets my hands slip underneath the bikini-top.Lena is four years younger than me. She longs to learn love & sex from me. Mom w...n't tell her.Lena finally feels need to pee. From fresh water, she thinks. From my exciting caresses, I know!Lena does not dare to do it in the water. It is so clean, I can't -- I have a better idea: come with me.Lena lets me walk her back to auntie's garden. Her house is closed. But my tent is at the lawn.Lena & I, my first chance after many. "Tonight you can cuddle with me in a nice soft bed."It was all the invitation I needed. The television and lights were shut off in record fashion. I started to turn off the lights on the Christmas tree but Carrie stopped me."This is nice," she said dreamily. "You know, the last two years I didn't even put a Christmas tree. I didn't see the point since there was no one there to enjoy it but me."I nodded because I knew if it hadn't been for the kids I would have dispensed with it years ago — or. My heart rate was steadying out, and I took a deep breath. There was little doubt what was causing this. The psychiatrist knew. I knew. But knowing didn’t seem to make it any better. Nine months ago, I had left home on a business trip. The first leg of any travel entailed an hour-and-a-half drive to either Portland or Boston to catch a plane. On this particular day, my flight had been cancelled, and the next one on the schedule would have put me into Denver too late for my meeting. So, after. Although we had not been there for more than a couple months, it was strange to hear any cars running, especially at this time on a Saturday morning. I decided to "peek" out from our bathroom window to see who was out there running their car.It was the same silver Mercedes convertible that David and I had seen earlier in the evening.yes, it was the same car, and with the same pretty brown-haired white woman who had picked up the brash Tra'mon around 9 the night before. Unbelievably, she was now.