We see our lives as something to be endured, gotten through, to get even with. The path of most people’s lives, leaves a trail of unopened doors, be...ind which lay the magic of life never released because of our fear. My life was easy in comparison to most… up until the summer I have described in the previous volume of my tale. Easy isn’t even the right word for it. Blessed is a better one. By the end of that summer I thought I knew true pain. The loss of Sasha. The loss of my child. The loss of. He doesn’t have the mind he once did and doesn’t always remember me. One of the few things my family does right is we make sure there is somebody visiting him every night and we often volunteer when the home needs help. You would be surprised how few of the residence actually have people that stop by and the ones that do usually only get the occasional guest.“I know you have all seen a child light up when they seen Santa. You haven’t seen anything until you see one of the elderly and helpless. Sometimes it pays to be bold and shocking, so I laid it on her. “You’re hot and I wanted to find a way to have sex with you. Is there anything wrong with that?” “I know plenty of guys my age who will have sex with me; why would I want to have sex with you?” “That’s a fair question,” I said, grabbing my opportunity. “But I’ve been told that I have some oral skills and once I’ve had a chance to prove my worth, many women, even younger than you, readily agree to have sex with me.” “So you think. “We’ll need a nursery anyway,” she pointed out.We closed the door and I kissed her sweetly.I was banned from helping and so was Mom. The two girls took everything downstairs and I went to hug Mom gratefully. “Thank you for tonight,” I said, relieved that it was working out. It had looked so dismal at dinner that I hadn’t been sure we’d be able to make it all work.“You’re welcome,” she said. “So is Cheryl. Go take care of her. She’ll need some guidance in finding what drawers are available and.