So I got up and went to Lacey’s room to calm her.I started to reach up under her short nightie and rub her bare back. At the same time I would whisp...r to her that things were okay. For three years it was always the same routine, rub her back and whisper in her ear. Sometimes she would go a week without the nightmares. Other times she had them every night for up to a month at a time. Then just before her eighth birthday things changed. “Rub my tummy, Daddy,” she said. She lay on her back and I. “If you were your mother, what would you want for your 15th anniversary?” he asked. She tried to push my head away, but I wouldn’t budge, she tasted so good I couldn’t pull myself away, even if it meant getting caught by dad. “Your anniversary isn’t for a while dad, why are you planning it now?” she managed to get out. “After last years fiasco I’m not taking any chances, I want everything to be set so I don’t have to worry about anything, I just don’t know what to get her” dad said. I have to. It's fairly much the same ol' same ol' every day for me." Oh? That sound like you're not having much fun... ?" Well... no, not like we had that weekend with you. Now that was fun." Yeah, for me too. I really enjoyed it."I don't know if you know but there are sixteen of us that form a bridge club. We get together every Wednesday afternoon to play and talk. All four of us that went with you on that trip are in it." Oh, really? That sound like fun. At least you have some close friends to share. No, Hannah. I mean, I’ve been very patient and generous, and I like to think I’m a nice guy, but even nice guys have limits.’ ‘Please, Wes,’ she begged, tears starting to form. Hannah hated crying. She didn’t even know how to do it right. He leaned in and spoke in a lower voice. ‘I’m just saying that if you’re serious about this, it’s going to take some time. And I’m not sure you’re willing to do that.’ He picked up his coat as Hannah felt his words sink in. Shrugging it onto his shoulders,.