She'd welcome just seeing his face one more time. To hear his voice tell her he loved her. To see him playing with Amelia; he could always sit for hou...s and play with their daughter. She'd never see that again.He would never see their baby, now four months away from being born. Worse, her baby would never know his father.Someone had to pay. Someone had to be held accountable for the death of her husband. Someone had to die just like her husband had died.Thanks to her contacts, she knew who it. One Friday night in late fall I got home from a football game and found Mom in her usual spot late in the evening in Dad’s big chair reading the paper. Dad always turned in early. Mom beckoned my over for a kiss, something we never did until a couple months ago. She kissed me on the mouth, something new also. She tried to hide what she was really reading under the newspaper, but I saw the spine of a paperback…”that nasty book” my brother had left behind when he moved out…”Lady Chatterley’s. There'd been a flare up between mother and daughter the night before, a rapid fire exchange of 'so's' and 'becauses', the rhythm of a long running argument. When there were things to do and Susan was away swimming or exploring, it was fine. Cooped up together they got on each other's nerves.There had been a moment to talk while Susan was off peeing in the bushes. Tony was philosophical about it. This trip had been great until the rain started yesterday and they'd gotten in some great sex. Not. The men did also so they could take a better view down her low top. Her sitting pose remained relaxed, and she didn’t care how many looked up at her bare pussy.“Abby, can you tell me what your astrological sign is?” Brenda asked.“Sure I’m a Scorpio, I was born October 26th, 1991.”“Brenda is one of those astrology sign nuts,” Diane teased.“There is some truth to what the signs tell us about our relationships.” Brenda took out her cell phone. “Now Brad was born September 10th, also in 1991, and.