She wasn't much surprised, as she had envisioned a man very similar to the tall, wide-shouldered, narrow-hipped man who stood before her. Though, wher... she had expected short, slightly thinning hair was a thick mass of dark hair waving subtly down to his ears. It was mussed, as if nervous hands had been running through it. His eyes were a piercing gray, clouded with so many emotions that Sandra could not name them all. He reached out one wide-palmed hand to cup her cheek, and her breath. She made an abortive movement, as though she was about to turn and run back into her room. Instead, she walked slowly into the kitchen. With her back to me she softly spoke.“Would you like some coffee?”I made a noise of agreement, completely nonplussed. As I watched this married woman, who had had my cock in her mouth just a few hours earlier, make coffee for the two of us I just couldn’t work it out.My ability didn’t work like this.After it had worn off, they went back to normal. I had never. She actually lived fairly close to Bobby and Sammy, in a small trailer park that had somehow survived the neighborhood's transitions over the years. She felt like a drowned rat, hungry enough to start chewing on shoe leather, but at the same time she also felt as happy as she'd ever been at this time of day, in a long time.That Patty girl, the one that Van had been after, had put on a pretty good ice princess act towards her. But everyone else had been very nice. It was obvious that Patty. If he said anything after that, I didn't hear it, I was in some sort of shock. I didn't know what to think or do. I was crying as I left his car and ran into the house. Thank God, the kids were sleeping. My mom asked me what was wrong and I told her I couldn't talk now. I just said that Jeff and I had a big disagreement.I know he called all weekend but I didn't answer the phone. A couple of times he left a message that just said, "I'm so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you. Amy, I love you."I.