Phillip finished school and got his degree, moving on to find work in a small practice. Two years later would bring the arrival of our second son, Chr...s; ending any thoughts I'd had of returning to school, and entrenching my status to that of mother and homemaker. In hindsight, Phil was a good husband and a good father; although not the man I would have chosen given different circumstances. As the years rolled on, our sons were getting older and Phil spent more and more of his time consuming. I could see her logic and even understand it. The problem was I wasn’t my mother. Her choice to remain with my dad was her own. This was my life, and no matter how much my mother thought I should act a certain way, it wasn’t her call. Just as my uncle had often told me, my feelings were real. I couldn’t live my life to please anyone but myself.I thought about my life and how it would be if I let what was going on with my mom continue, and I felt myself choke up. The one thing I did know was. He pulled me over in front of him and moved his hand back around to my butt,and pressed me against him. He turned Dan facing him, with his hand still under him. I noticed Dan close his eyes and lean his head back. He stopped kicking and relaxed. I looked over and seen bills hand moving under Dan but couldn't see what he was doing. I must have slipped, for I felt Bill's fingers pushing between my cheeks. Soon I felt a tickle at my butt hole. I giggled and said it tickled, Bill said with a smile,. Funny how that worked out. The next morning we loaded our stuff in Beth's Jeep and headed for the airport. I noticed our younger travelling companions had chosen backpacks, too. I had a feeling Beth had had a talk with Gail and clued her into how little we needed to make it through a week in the islands.Getting through security was the usual hassle, but knowing what was waiting for us at the end of the trip made even getting the Government Grope tolerable.Our flight landed at Grand Bahama.