He had seen Pete fucking me. Damn damn damn, what was I thinking? What had I done?" I moaned to myself.I staggered back inside and fell into a kitchen...chair. My mind ran over the previous night and all that had been said and done. First Pete's arrival and the normal flirtatious BS he loved to spread. I found myself enjoying it. David was a near perfect husband but with all the work and the kids and all, there hadn't been much time for flirtation and I realized I had missed it.Dinner was good. "I'll satanic rites him."Tess was laughing and so was I. "We should really put on a show for him if we ever know he's listening," Tess said."No, we shouldn't," I said, trying to be reasonable. "The more we do, the more he'll run his mouth. We should just try to ignore him."I finally got the girls calmed down. It was a cold night and it felt good to snuggle between them. I think Tess was deliberately rubbing her breasts against my side.April 4, 1845I thought it was cold when we went to bed last. "I was crying too, and kissing her hair, and holding her up.We stood like that for several minutes. I don't know how long. She never struggled, never tried to get away. Her face was against my chest, her arms at my waist, my arms around her, my cheek on her hair, and we were swaying together. Our shadow against the wall in the yellow light was swaying along with us, looking warm and affectionate. Spots and trails of melted snow projected onto the wall and ceiling.And I was sick at heart.I was. ‘We have to get you warmed up,’ he says softly, rubbing her upper arms through the heavy wool of the coat. Taking her hand tenderly, he leads her into the darkened house. His steps are confident in the inky blackness, as he guides them down the hallway and into his bedroom. He turns her to him and covers her lips softly with his, the kiss gentle and caring. Easing her backwards to sit on the chest at the foot of his bed, he raises his finger to her lips as she opens her mouth to speak..