"Kim spoke in what was most likely a misleadingly calm voice. "No, sir, I think it happened to all of us, just in different directions. I didn't recog...ize her until now, but that's Mrs. Anna Brubaker, the Headmistress of our school. The last time I saw her, she looked like my grandmother, and now she looks like we do."Anna flinched, and said, "Grandmother, dear? I've met your grandmother, and I hope I wasn't that far gone. She's quite well preserved for her age, but she's got several decades on. David didn’t deserve this. He wasn’t a bad husband. He didn’t abuse or neglect her. She wanted for nothing. Well, that was a lie, wasn’t it? She wanted her stepson Colin like she wanted her next breath. Like she needed her next breath. And didn’t that feel like its own betrayal.Hugging herself, she walked over and sat in the oversized reading chair, tucking her legs under her. She’d married David, a sixty-five-year-old neurosurgeon, four years ago after he’d operated on her mother, removing a. Would you? You would wouldn't you?"I grinned. "Do tell me more." Well, I massaged her bum and then started to slip my hand down between her legs, she was a bit antsy about that and she turned over, so I kissed her. In fact I had to force her to lie still for a minute or so, and then she started to return the kiss. Another minute or two and I sat up and pulled her camisole up. She really does have the most darling little tits. They're like tiny cones with a little strawberry on top. So I kissed. I made a sandwich and got another beer. While I sat at the kitchen table to eat I kept thinking about my Crap life. I know I am acting like a wimp but I just felt overwhelmed. I needed to do something about my life but I just didn't know what.I wondered why Beulah even bothered to come home this evening, hell, the way we were with each other now I wondered why either of us ever decided to come home. I suppose it was just for a place to sleep. She didn't come home many evenings until nearly.