I had agonized over it andpostponed it and vacillated over it for year upon year. There were timeswhen I thought it would never happen.Leave the past ...in the past. Let sleeping dogs lie and all that.As far as she was concerned, as far as the world was concerned, Liam wasdead.Let him stay dead.Although I still could. Even if I went through with the appointment.It seemed I could not quash my hearts desire for this interaction, nomatter how hard I tried. Yet even though it appeared to be. I always wanted to look inside those big semi trucks and so I asked Bob if he would mind. He said sure anytime. It happened to be lunch time so I went into the yard with him. He opened the driver door and he said to climb up to have a look. It was higher then I thought and wearing a short skirt and heels it was challenge. I got up a few steps and stood on leaning in and having a look, I realized of course that Bob was having a good look up my skirt, I always wore pantyhose but never saw the. You need to get dressed. The cleaning crew will arrive shortly.”Marcella looked at the monitor in front of her and took a long, deep, breath. “Thank you, PLATO,” she said softly. “I needed that.”As she was dressing, PLATO spoke again within her head. “Marcy,” he said softly, “there is still a little time before the cleaning crew arrives... but there is something that I need.” He paused for several seconds. Marcella wanted to say something to break the silence, but she had learned that it was. Isabel wasn’t angry, it had been several months had passed since Lorna had left, she was used to the sound of their bed squeaking as they had made love all be it infrequently. Wondering why he had hadn’t needed to do it until now, she wondered what had stimulated him to need to do it now? Perhaps he had a magazine, she had seen them on the top shelf of the shop round the corner. Then the sound speeded up and she realised he had reached his climax, this confirmed by the boy’s groan.The night.