They had obviously been talking, and judging by their reaction when we walked in, it had been mainly about us.“Ah Romeo and Juliet return,” my Mum...said.“Actually, we’re Shylock and Jessica,” I replied.Mum gave me her quizzical look.“Merchant of Venice Mum, we’re both in the school play this year. I’m playing Shylock and Cal is playing Jessica, my daughter.”“It’s worse than we thought Pat,” Mary interjected, “not only are they thinking about it, they’re thinking about committing. I wanted him inside me; wanted it badly. Not once did I think of Johnny, I was lost in rapturous expectations.“Get your clothes off for him, Dee,” Elsie called out, bringing me out of my stupor long enough to comply. She told me later that she helped me, but I have no recollection of anything other than Stevie’s finger in my twat, bringing so close, so quickly, that I had trouble believing this was anything but a wet dream. I sat up moments later, I saw myself in the dresser mirror clad only in. Last night I awoke in a state of full blown terror and internal reality was absolutely bendy. Back in the day, I’ve done things they say make LSD look like bathwater in comparison and last night it was full speed ahead welcome to hell.Normally, I have for lack of a better words an anchor. I know which way is up so to speak. Not this time, I was drowning. None of my normal tricks like telling myself this is just a trip was working. I was losing my grip. I was scared I was going to start doing. But he hasn’t seem want anything to do with me since our youngest daughter was born. Damn I haven’t got laid in almost six month. All suddenly i get message from Scott. I’m kind scared look at because it may be him calling it off and I would be crushed if that happens. I pull into next rest stop I see. One because texting and driving is against the law and two I had to pee. So an few minutes later I take exit ramp to rest stop pull an parking spot and i take deep breath check his message..