..and I kinda didn't realize what i was doing." Smiling and blushing, she asks "You think I have nice legs?" I foolishly blurted out "Yah you have nic... everything. You're a very pretty girl." There was brief moment of silence, and what felt like sudden sexual tension. I was looking straight ahead, but could see her smiling out of the corner of my eye. "I'm sorry. That was inappropriate. I was just trying to be nice." "I don't think it was inappropriate......and thanks" "So you're. Slowly, the passion she'd been plagued with seeped out of her and she was able to think about things with less emotion and more practical reflection.She didn't want the house. It held no memories for her except bad ones involving John. Better to sell it and find something else, where she could start fresh, as her life seemed to have started fresh. She could make new memories in a new house.She liked her job, so there was nothing to think about there. The only real friends she had were Cindy and. I collapsed like I was dead, while Sandra gazed at me with a radiant smile. We lay like that for awhile, our fingers trailing like spiders across each other's bodies. I started getting hard again. Fancy that!Sandra was on the pill to regulate her new erratic cycle, ease the cramps, so we went to school and made dinner and fucked about 27 times again before our parents returned. After that was a week where they had to go to work and we were off school. I didn't have to set my alarm--Sandra was. But Jay opened it without knocking (something no one was EVER allowed to do) and I found myself shuffling uncertainly after him.Jay marched right up to Daddy, who was sitting behind the huge desk, and put out his hand in greeting. "Jay Johnston. Pleased to meet you, sir."Daddy didn't even look up, just kept writing on a yellow legal pad. After a few long seconds, Jay lowered his hand, but he kept that silly, patient smile pasted on his lips and didn't move or say another word. I wondered who.