Over the next two weeks, I began making many little entries that, by themselves, would have been insignificant, but taken together began to paint a pi...ture.Little tiny flashes of irrational behavior. She would go to the store to get a loaf of bread, and come back with crackers.Or perhaps, pickles and ice cream.That was a pretty significant clue!One thing I put down every single day was MB, which stands for More Beautiful, because that is what Mindy was becoming each and every day.I honestly. It wasn't what I expected."What did you do?" she asked hotly. "What did you say to her? Is she leaving?"I held up my hands to stem the flow of accusations."I didn't do anything," I said. "I didn't say anything. And I hope she's not leaving. Why do you think that?" I figured you were a dick to her," Kasey said."Hey," I said angrily. I hated to lose my temper but I was on the verge."Well, Dad," Kasey said smugly. "You can be a dick." That is enough," I said. "You're not too big for me to wash. Sorry I was so tired."That wasn't how she remembered it! She tried to move her legs into a more comfortable position, but they didn't want to move even more than they didn't want to be where they were. Next she tried to sit up, but her stomach muscles immediately screamed at her not to be so fucking stupid. She collapsed back on the bed, groaning again. I got in a few more thrusts, before she said, "Mark! I can't. I'm sorry, but I can't." Can't what?" Still thrusting away."I can't do sex...". She put her briefcase down and we did the customary ‘how are you?’ exchanges before I offered her a drink, “Oh yes please Jerry, if you don’t mind, I am parched” she said as she took a seat in the chair, knees tight together looking very professional.I gave her the drink and sat opposite her on the sofa, beer in hand. She took a large gulp of her drink before looking up at me smiling, “Wow! That’s a nice drink Jerry, Mmm makes me all tingly” she said taking another large gulp and I noticed her.