Scott'." What?" Remember, I've only seen him twice: when you took me to meet him at the mine and when he came to the wedding. I'm not even sure I reme...mber what his first name is." Robert. Robert Gordon Scott. In 1953 most Australian boys were named something like that. Because of Menzies. He's called 'Rob' — not 'Bob'." Is he a Liberal, too?" No, Labour. He thinks Howard is ruining the country." I'm not certain I'm allowed to say anything — after all, I'm a government employee." Weena. She melted into them and we held each other for a few minutes. We exchanged a single soft kiss, then let our arms fall to our sides.“I’m very glad I met you,” I said.“Me, too,” Becky said with a smile. “Thanks for everything Mike, but mostly, thanks for being my friend.”I returned the smile, “You’re welcome. Try to enjoy the rest of your Senior year.”“I will.”We exchanged a quick kiss, then I went upstairs and grabbed my bag and keys, and headed out to the car. Becky stood on the front porch. Suddenly, the alarm goes off, flashing 7:00 and Death Cab for Cutie is once again strumming out a soft ballad on the guitar and singing to his "love of mine." I can't help but gasp and a burning clench down in my abdomen."You like this song?"I nod wordlessly. He's frowning."My wife did too."Did. He said 'did.' What does that mean?Oh! Oh, no! It suddenly all clicks in my head—he's a widow. That explains the sad eyes, the faint white ring where a wedding band once sat, and 'did'. It makes sense. ” Trisha grinned at me. I think she knew what I was planning, “Mmm, fun! I’ll be glad to.” I hurried off to the bathroom before disaster struck, but couldn’t help but watch just a little as Trisha continued to nibble on a nipple and rub her fingers over Michelle’s bare pussy lips. When I returned from the bathroom Michelle was bucking her hips into Trisha’s fingers and nearly crying with her frustration. I stood back and simply watched, my grin becoming wider on my face. It seemed only a few.