I straddled his lap and took his head in my hands. I didn’t need to tell Dan to put his arms around me, that was a given. I kissed all over his face... his cheeks, chin, forehead and nose. I wanted to pour every sorry, every bit of care and tenderness I felt into him. I wanted him to know that, despite whatever this was, I would be there for him when he needed it. ‘Thank you.’ Dan whispered as he rubbed my back. ‘Should we head back home?’ We walked back hand-in-hand, the dogs by our sides. It. Tammy was holding her mother and crying. Back in the living room the kids were seated in the chairs on either side of the couch. Andy looked a lot like his dad. Even at 14 he was about the same size. Tammy did not look much like either of them. David used to jokingly tell Linda that she looked like the milk man but these days there are no milk men left. Linda always laughed when he said that but Tammy did look very much like the plumber that came to work on their house about 12 years ago.. It was after a party one Friday night and Brenda had gotten what she thought was a date with Hank, one of the big tackles on the football team. But, when Brenda got to Hank's house, she didn't sense that things were quite like she'd expected. Instead of it being only Hank, the one who she'd decided to fuck that evening, there were several cars and trucks outside his house and there were several football players and basketball players inside. Brenda decided to play it by ear and in about 30. “I’ll show you if you take me somewhere private!” she smirked.“I think I know just the place!” I grinned.She released me from her bear hug, and I opened the passenger door to let her in. I saw her mom standing in the front door and waved to her, then got into the car and headed for the Spencers’ house. When we walked in, Mr. and Mrs. Spencer were eating breakfast and asked us to join them for coffee. We sat down and Mrs. Spencer poured coffee for us and offered us something to eat. Both of us.