”“Mike, she loves you.”“I know,” I said. “I love her, too. Everything is fine, Mrs. Mills.”“Thanks, Mike.”I left the hospital and he...ded back to West Monroe.August 25, 1981, West Monroe, Ohio“How’s Jocelyn?” Emmy asked.“In much better spirits than I think I’d be. She’s in pain and has a long road of painful physical therapy ahead of her, but she’s in a great mood.”Emmy smiled, “With you as a friend? I’m sure! Everything is OK? No permanent damage?”“She’ll set off metal detectors in airports for. He had told Chelsea he was a widower, and there for Zach's birthday trip. His daughter and son-in-law, Matt and Gracie, planned it all. After a long year, the family needed a fun celebration. Chelsea told Michael that was a similar reason for her taking the kids.They flirted all morning, and from a distance, Gracie and Michael's other kids, Jamie and Corey watched and discussed the flirting and the fact their dad had looked so happy.When Michael walked to go to the bathroom, Gracie approached. Some dribbled out of the center to run down the side of her mouth.“Oops!”Alana wiped at the mess and then cleaned her finger with her tongue. There was no deliberateness in her movements to suggest any innuendo, and yet it seemed like something Heather would’ve done, on purpose. Just to tease me.Megan and Sophie talked of raves, while Alana and I spoke of fishing. Lara remained unusually quiet. A third fifth of wine was consumed, so the banter grew more fluid. In the darkness, the flickering. I moved back down, started at her ankles kissing and licking my way up her pantyhosed legs, until i could see the wet spot in the crotch of her pantyhose. i managed to bite a hole in them, pushed her panty aside, and lick her beautiful pussy until she came all over my face. i got up and mentioned we better go back inside before her k** started wondering where she was. she didnt say much to me the rest of the night, as i was leaving i apologized and offered to pay for the pantyhose i ripped. .