He asked me to call you. Said he’d love to see y’all again. Said specifically to ask about Cindy and the Munchkins.”“Can he have visitors?”�...�We have him on home-care right now, Dan. Yes, that’s why he asked me to call. He’s sort of in and out of it, but he said he’d love to see his girls one more time...”“Oh, gosh, Mizz Barton...”“Hon, he’s eighty-one. He’s had a lot of good years, and I’ve been with ‘im for most of ‘em. I don’t like it, but it’s the way of us all. Please tell me you can. He looked down at me, staring right into my eyes. We seemed to lock eye contact for an eternity, our stare saying so much. I leaned forward to him and kissed him gently on his mouth, it was so right, so natural. I brushed my lips onto his and lingered in the moment, feeling my heart immediately starting to beat faster. James pulled my head to his own and kissed my passionately back, the hunger in his kiss and touch, told no lies, and I knew the mutual passion we had harboured for so long, was. She sighed and all tension left her shoulders and hips. She almost didn’t notice the change when Jeff next probed her genitals. He did so longer, more insistently, until Puckbunii rocked her hips in time with him. Too soon for her, he withdrew and she whimpered plaintively. Smack! Smack! The hardest blows yet rained down on her and she gasped, kicking her calves. She ducked her head down when the onslaught stopped, as rapidly as it had begun. Her stinging cheeks felt the soothing, light. "Cool!" I said. "Can I play too?"Susie looked surprised. "You're silly," she said. "Boys don't play withBarbies!" Well, Ken's a boy," I replied logically. "I could be Ken." No!" Susie said. "Ken doesn't do anything. We're getting Barbie andher bridesmaids all dressed up in pretty outfits."Well, the best way to make me want to do something is to tell me Ican't do it. "That's not fair," I said, looking at Beth. "Mom wants usto play together and you're not letting me! If you don't let me play,I'll.