Memories of me sitting on top of him that night I got drunk flashed back at me and I remembered the expression on his face when—– ‘Hello? Cami? ...ou there hun?’ his velvet smoothe voice asked on the other end. ‘Yeah, hey Daniel…’ ‘You ok?’ he asked, I wondered how he knew. ‘Not really…just needed someone to talk to that understood.’ ‘Ok, tell me all about it baby, I’m here for you.’ I spent the better part of that night spilling my guts to him, telling him everything that was wrong in my life,. Now, with me being thirty four, and my wife is younger than me, you might be wondering how we ended up selling our wares at this seniors craft show up at the town recreation center.That story is simple. My father in law loves the Town Recreation Center. He's up there almost everyday working out or running or something to get in shape to referee the High School Basketball games he adores so much and still hoping to get called to do an NCAA game. He's the one who told us about this seniors craft. “I’m back with Marty because of him. He helped me work out a lot of my feelings so I was ready to talk when Marty came back to work it out. That didn’t work out so well for him and he was always good about it, so when I can do something for him, I’ll do it.”I noticed that Arthur was just staring at his plate and Barb wasn’t much better, looking like she was on the outside of the conversation as Janice and Cecilia sized each other up.“You okay, Arthur?” I asked softly, not wanting to disrupt the. My stepdaughter looked at her."Is there something I need to know that you're not telling me?" my stepdaughter said to her.Christina laughed."Nope. Just saying that if I were in his shoes? I'd masturbate too. I don't think I could go without sex that long," she said.My stepdaughter looked at her. "Yeah, well everyone masturbates. So what's the big deal?"Christina laughed."I bet he does it in a different way. I bet it's hot," she said.My stepdaughter looked at her with this weird look on her.