As I enter, I see you onstage, wailing your heart out, a bunch of kids playing hard and loud around you. All I can hear is your voice. The instruments...are dead to me. Your song has brought me to you, and now you will pay.You feel me watching you long before you see me. You look around, trying to find the source of your sudden breathlessness. Your body has reacted to my presence, my calling. Your heart responds to me, our pulses synchronizing, beating in time with the beat of the music that. ”About 3 drinks in, Jim was content with the situation. He had reached the point of the trip where he truly was relaxing and letting the moments occur on their own. He needed this trip and was thankful for the time, albeit 3 days where the family was together. “Its alright Honey. It was a good trip and we had a couple days together – essentially an extended weekend.” “Take your time driving back. Ben will be happy to hear he can hitch a ride home and not miss the game. I’ll stay here and relax. We were still talking, chatting about the Middle East of all places.Then I saw him. I hadn't a clue how long he'd been doing it but I was shocked. The audacity of it; there he was running a finger from the hem of Angie's short skirt over her thigh and flat tummy to the waistband. Then he slowly bought his finger back down. There was no response from Angie so I assumed she'd fallen asleep.Sid then traced his finger over her thigh making small circles as we talked. It was as if he was doodling. She was sympathetic but surprised me by telling me my dad had an affair too. I was flabbergasted at that admission. I never knew. My mom was candid, saying we were both adults and I was mature enough now to handle the family dirty laundry. “How did you and dad work it out?” I asked, trying to get advice on my own situation. “Your dad would not want me to tell you this, but like you, I’m a proponent of the truth. We eventually agreed on unusual methods to save our marriage.”“Unusual? How so?”She.