"Yeeeesssssssss, baaaaabbbyyyyy!" she screamed as I felt her coming around me. I held myself inside her until she calmed down, then moved back and awa... slightly so she could lie on her back."Now I'm going to have my breakfast, baby," I whispered as I kissed her neck and throat, then slowly moved my lips and down to her heaving chest. I captured one dark nipple between my lips, licking and suckling as her fingers entangled themselves in my hair, holding me in place while I gave her beautiful. She was intelligent. She must know how deep the shit was that she had sank us into. Or I, for that matter. But for the moment she seemed beyond that.I wondered who she was now and that thought brought a dark cloud with it. In the magazine pictures and at the engagement party there hadn't been a sign of Estelle around. Nor had I seen any of the vulgar behavior that came with Myriam's sex-crazed alter ego. Oh yes, she had gone wild today, fucking Erica. She had come more extravagantly than she. I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and ran out of the house, slamming the front door as I exited. I just wanted to be alone. I looked around and then remembered the old tree house Dad made for me years ago. I climbed up the tree and entered the tree house; it was still usable even if a bit small for my comfort. I lay down on the wooden floor and just remained quiet, and then started crying again, picturing all of my very unhappy friends with the ruined families. I guess I dozed off after a. I received quite a few strange stares from other people in the library but, as no one came over to comfort me, I ignored them. I also cried as I read Jeremy's obituary. He was my one true love and I shall never love another as I did him. Finding some humorous accounts of my family's chronicles, I was able to cheer myself up and I even giggled a little. I took the time to trace the history of all of my children, to the extent possible from the microfilm records. It made me sad to think that they.