Stifling a sob her body went rigid and quivered as she gasped, “Oh darling. You’re excited about it TOO.”It was Sunday morning and neither of us...felt like going to church. Last night’s initial explosion was a preamble to a long and passionate night. Our sheets, all bunched and twisted were still damp from the soaking that came from the constant flow of our sexual essences. Charie’s hair, ordinarily soft and silky, was matted and stuck together like she had sculpted it with Mousse. The large. Think of it, I am going to be dressedas a 60's housewife. I am going to seduce the young suitor who is nogood for our daughter, and it is play on our last name."Nancy loved that her husband was making an inside joke which only theywould get. Even after Ray was conned by them, he would never connectthe name play. His thought that Simon Cowell was the most importantSimon ever in the music industry, and Joe DiMaggio's claim to fame wasbeing the spokesman for Mr Coffee. Nancy ran over to her. It was a good life for a tired, disillusioned veteran. That she hadchanged over from the Alliance to don the appearance of a Horde memberdidn't even occur to Onawa until a week into her masquerade, and didn'tbother her afterwards either. She wanted to get away from fighting, nottake up arms for the other side. As such, what did it matter what shelooked like? Being a woman did not bother her either, in fact it added tothe relief. It was as if Vorn had taken a simple step out of his old lifeand. " Okay, we'll get into all that; right now I just want to make sure we're all on the same page here." She looked up and studied Brad's face; there was still a lot of anger and pain behind that confused expression. Over the years she had seen enough hurt spouses that she could recognize that look on people just walking down the street. One glance and she knew Brad's pain ran as deep as any of them.Under normal circumstances she would start with the person who asked for counseling, but under.