She probably keyed the wrong connection since she was more thanlikely handling both of us at the same time.I brushed my hair out of my eyes and covere... them to block out the suddenreturn of the light. I rubbed my sore eyes through the closed lids andfelt my fingernail tips scratch lightly over the thin flesh. She wasn'tkidding when she said I would be dizzy after a forced doc-dis. I couldbarely move my arms without feeling completely discordant."What was that Corinne? I couldn't hear you. Can. As I disconnected, I pulled into an upper end strip mall down the street from where I lived. I got out of the car, came around and opened Aimee’s door assisting her out.I led her into a specialty shoe store. A young lady approached as we took a seat and asked if we required assistance. She thoughtfully looked at me, remembering I had been in this store a number of times with my wife. She knew that my wife had passed away and respectfully didn’t mention it.I introduced her to Aimee and said “she. “How is she, dear?” Martha said, “I always liked Christy. Such a sweet girl.”“She’s doing well. She has her own apartment downtown, she’s gotten a job as a dancer with the Met.”“Well, I am impressed.” Martha said, “To be self supporting at her age is no small thing, and as a professional ballet dancer! You should invite her over for supper.”That one nearly got me; I grabbed my napkin to wipe the shock off my face.“She’s an ex-girlfriend, Martha.” I said, “Don’t you think it might be a bit. But there's a bit of the mother in him--gets too excited to fall asleep. During the week, Dad says time to hop in bed, it's habit. Dad's such a boring old putz anyway, might as well have a snooze. Besides, if Dad doesn't get his little laydown, what a cranky bastard he becomes! But come the weekend-- Mommy's home! Here's a kid who turns backflips at the mention of Hump Day. No, not that one! I mean a.k.a. Wednesday.I'm all dried off, cheeks soft as cunt. Ahh sweet Jesus! please! don't even.