“Oh god, mom, oh, I want to touch you…I have to touch you.”“Later, maybe later. If I were to let you, would you lick me there? Not my butt, my...pussy.”“I’d lick them both, mom. I’d lick all of you, every inch.”“Really. You would lick me all over, even my butt?”“Every inch.”“Oh god, just the thought almost made me cum. You’re a horny little monster. You may get a surprise, I just may let you do all that. Your father has never been much for pussy eating and he wouldn’t think of doing anything with. " She left me with that thought.Oh boy. Why did I say all of that to her? Honesty is one thing, baring my soul is something else.I wondered if I made things worse, and if so, by how much.I extinguished the candle, knelt, and tried to meditate. It took a while for me to get her out of my head. She was quite a woman. I prayed for understanding, and I thanked Kassandra for keeping me safe this morning. I also prayed for Meri. I hoped that she would find somewhere that she would be happy.It was. Hearing someone refer her by Robert’s surname made her hate herself. She wanted to lash out at the caller, but maybe the man didn’t know that they were divorced. ‘No. This is Miss Fiona Kahler. Mr. Trucker and I got divorced a few months back. Who is this?’ she asked as she walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. ‘Ma’am, this is Officer Reynolds. I am sorry to inform you but Mr. Trucker has been in an accident. We found your business card in his wallet.’ ‘Accident? Is he. I didn't say anything, just plopped over on the couch on my belly, then dropped my left leg off to the floor. Put my hands up to my face to lay my head on, and just let out a soft low groan. Alex had now emerged, and came out to the living room. He walked between me and the coffee table, pausing long enough to scoop up one of my cigarettes, and then plowed down in one of the oversized chairs. “Hey Kyle—how bout a beer and a joint homie”? “Hey Alex—hows about a tip, and suck my dick, yo”? “LOL,.