I’ve been told that’s a good thing… but, I’ve never been to the ghetto so… I wouldn’t know honestly. sigh Yes, sadly, I was that sheltered...growing up. Louise had worked my ass off today, sentencing me to hours in her attic sifting through ‘fifty years worth of junk’ as she referred to it. When I asked why the sudden interest in clearing the clutter, I was informed that her grandson was coming to stay with her for a while and that she thought she’d use the attic for his personal space. I was. It wasn’t long and she showed up. I didn’t quite see her straight away until she waved at me. I believe it was the nerves, or Mr Shaky as we now joke about. We found ourselves a café and had a coffee. She could see I was nervous, as I couldn’t control my shaking every time I picked up my coffee. I still could feel something between us, as I was very sure she did as well. Both of us were very horny, so we finished our coffees and left for the hotel room, agreeing we would go all the way and have. "Do you mean you like Jane better than John?" That's exactly what I mean." There was a pause then Nancycontinued, "You don't get it do you. Jane is a considerate companion.John is often a demanding son-of-a-bitch. Where Jane goes along Johninsists on telling me where to go. Jane never complains when I buy anew pair of shoes. John always complained about everything Ibought... Remember the time made me take back the red shoes. Well, Iwas that close to divorce that day," she said holding up her. All of the details from our family dinners were intact. I had just come back to being alone – without a wife, or even a date.Martin even asked the heretofore-avoided subject, “You’re not gay again, are you?”“Martin, of course not – Susan and I are going to go back to 1958, and she’s going to keep Mom busy while I make my move on Susan at 18. If it works as well as it did for you two, we’ll come back to our own descendants. Boy when you say it out loud – that really sounds hinky. See you guys!”I.