Michaels and her husband got divorced. There were a lot of stories going around the neighborhood about why they got divorced. Some people said that sh... cheated on him with a coworker. The children stayed with her during the week, and with their father on the weekends. So often I was asked to look after her kids on week days when she had to work late or if she would have a date.When I was 18 and getting ready to start college in the fall I was asked to babysit for Mrs. Michaels. I knocked on the. I put my hand on her boob and found that it was hard like I expected. Yep Edsel had a boob job sometime. Since she was no more than mid twenties she had it very young. I admit that I was curious about the story she had promised to tell me. I felt both her hands opening the button on my jeans. Edsel was a greedy little thing.My circuits were definitely warm when I heard the key in the back door. I could have stopped what I was doing to see what had happened, but I knew so I didn't bother. I knew. “If I told you ... I’d have to kill you! Come on, quit pussy footing around and let’s DO this.”“So, you don’t need me to like hold your hand, to get us there or stay in the air?”She giggled while shaking her head, “No, but you need to hold my hand, or YOU won’t get there. I’m the one who knows where it is, remember?”With that, she snatched my hand and the next thing I knew, we were looking down on the Governor’s Palace.I was flabbergasted!Sheila whispered, “Let’s do a little recon. It’ll save. “I gathered that,” she said. “How are you today, Davey?” I could see that she was concerned. She and I had talked numerous times over the weeks since I lost my love and my aunt. We’d talked, but we had avoided—I had avoided—talking about my women. I had just been unable to deal with the loss. But, I sensed it was time to come back to some semblance of normality. Seeing Stacey standing near me made me feel safer if that would have been the way to say it.I shrugged. “Okay, feeling better, not.