“I suppose I don’t have any room to talk, do I?”“It’s very easy, in hindsight, to see our mistakes. But if we spend all our time dwelling on...them, we’ll never move forward.”“So, was I a mistake?”“No, of course not. Was I?”“No.”“I have no regrets, Melanie.”“Nor do I. Did you talk to Samantha?”“She doesn’t have any details about the plea agreement, either. She only found out when I called her. I guess they’re playing it close to the vest right now.”“Probably waiting on the judge to sign-off,”. Regina’s heart skipped a beat when she realized what he was looking at. Preparing for the possibility that things might go well enough at the party to bring Doug home, she’d hung a sprig of mistletoe over the bedroom door. David chuckled and held his hands out, palms up. “I know the rules.” One of the family traditions was that anyone who met under a sprig of mistletoe had to kiss. It provided all sorts of entertainment when cousins or siblings had to peck each other on the cheek and then. Put up or shut up, and boy did she ever! She left and returned shortly with a 70 yr old lady, and grabbed my hand. Showdown! We had teased for months. She took me to a local hotel, and I promise you, I spent two weeks there that afternoon. We had spent months building up a sexual tension, and this was the first good chance we had to excise it. First 69. First Doggy. First God knows whatever, but I promise you, that the little 19-year-old GA boy was fucked out when I stumbled into the barracks. But that was nothing new.***Prologue: I'd always been crazy about the blues, since I'd heard an oldElmore James recording of 'Dust My Broom' as a kid. From there Istarted searching and discovered all the others, from Howlin' Wolf tothe Three Kings (Albert, B.B., and Freddie) and when I found an olderversion of 'Hoochie Coochie Man' by Muddy Waters I wore it out playingit so much.By my early teens I had managed to get a guitar and spent hourspracticing, trying to get all the riffs and.