Our conversations always started out this way, the small talkabout how I was doing. I guess most guys would have told him topiss off but he was the o...nly person who ever visited me. To behonest, I was happy to see him. At least it got me out of mycell for an hour."I've had better days," I replied with a slight grin. But if Iwas expecting this visit to be like the others I was sadlymistaken."I don't have a lot of time to talk to you today Mack." Mikenoted the look of disappointment on my. Those things really happened to you, didn’t they?”“Yes,” I croaked. “Eighty years, ten months, and twelve days. I lost my first wife, Rebecca, to cancer. My second wife to a deteriorating heart. I left behind a son and a daughter and four grandchildren, one of them pregnant. And I can’t even call their faces up in my mind anymore.”“But you don’t remember bidding on Desi’s virginity or learning to play the guitar,” she sighed. “Jacob, I’m so sorry. Sorry for all your losses, I mean. But I am so. I couldn’t help but smile to myself. All we need is to add Natalie to our little party tonight.One thing I knew, I was going to need a bigger house, eventually. I was ready to go and sitting at my computer, taking care of some emails when I heard them coming. My jaw fell to my chest. They were wearing my favorite two dresses I had bought my wife. Both were backless down to a couple inches above their ass cracks and the necklines extended all the way down to below their belly buttons with a two. She’s a major tomboy; never afraid to stand up to any kind of challenge, and fortunately for her parents, that intimidates the boys in her grade, whom she finds very boring. When most girls her age are painting nails and chattering on the phone, she’ll be on her back porch reading one book or another, or holding a soccer ball and taunting me to come play.But behind that façade, she hides some emotional problems. Most of her friends, even the close ones, find it hard to relate to her.