"Tom stopped by Mark's room next, grinning with amusement when he saw that Jenny was perched on the edge of the bed, watching her husband like a hawk....The determined look on her face made it clear that she would never again allow Mark to vanish without her knowledge. Tom chatted with the pair until it was nearly time for the memorial service. Before taking his leave, Tom had Mark give him the phone number of Peter Black, the former city police officer who was now involved with a 4H group in a. Just go.”This tirade was from the mouth of a lady that would not say piss if she was drinking it. I was shocked. I got up and walked to the bedroom and started packing my stuff. As I was packing there were more than a few tears.I loaded up my car and my small trailer that we used when we went camping. It was not even a quarter full, but I was hoping that I would not be away long. I drove the 20 minutes that it takes to get to my mother’s house and started unpacking. About two hours later mom. I was seated arms by my sides, hands folded in my lap, the blanket over my shoulders covering me.The man started to type. His elbows were invading my own space, rubbing my tits anytime. I was not wearing a bra under my summer dress and then I felt starting some kind of arousal with his touch…I let it continue for a few minutes. I needed to go to the bathroom, then I removed the blanket and stepped over my husband’s legs.When I returned, he was still typing, but his elbow was tucked tightly by. .. ahhh, there it is." She picks up an old dusty bottle, turning it in the light to be admired. A smile bloomed across her lips as she saw it was indeed the one she was looking for. "Here it is, then. Absinthe Nectar of the Gods, they say, the Green fairy. Sweetened with anise to take the edge off. We'll use that to poison the worm." She held forth the bottle to me, handing it over as if she were relinquishing a sacred object. I withdrew the cork and passed it under my nose, it smelled of wild.