She’s a younger version of her mother and I guess she reminds me of Laura so much, it quite often feels like she isn’t dead.”Just crossing the M...ira River Carla took exit 544 driving north for a few minutes. Taking a left turn on a side road, they entered an exclusive subdivision on the outskirts of Belleville.Carla pulled into a circular driveway that had a number of cars already parked on it. Stepping from her car he noticed the other high classed vehicles. Dan’s eyes scanned the luxurious. The nipping, biting, chasing, clawing games they’d played through the trees their whole lives; now making blinding, hot, pulsing, howling, explosive sense to both. She held him atop and inside her as they caught their breath together. Neither spoke, nor did they need to. The message passing back and forth between their eyes was familiar enough to both that thought was not required to deliver it: You have officially fucked my brains out.He rolled off of her and into the position that was as much. Sally bit her lip and looked up in the train carriage, pausing in her reminis­cence. The guard had come back into the carriage and was walking through. It was lucky he couldn’t read her thoughts or know what she’d said next to Jerry. It was so embarrassing what lovers sometimes said to each other, private things, it had been ‘drinkies time.’ She winced—baby talk when she was blow­ing him? But it had set him off. Sally hadn’t been expecting it and she was still sliding her tongue up the long. .. to look at someone the way you look at him. With the way my life is going, I'm beginning to think I never will." Any kids?" asked John."None. We've just never been ready; at least that's what we've always told ourselves. Our careers always came first, and now here I am, thirty-one years old, going on sixty."Touching her arm, Summer gently offered, "You're very beautiful, and only thirty-one. You can still fall in love and have children." Your husband must be an idiot, if you don't mind my.