In fact we are so close and feel so attached. It is amazing and I so love the feeling. I begin to kiss your hands gently and discreetly from time to t...ime and in between our chat and having more wine. We exchange more smiles and deep meaningful looks as we drink and chat and I feel more electricity and gravity for passion in the air between us. I can almost feel your heart beat from holding your hands and touching your skin. My finger tips are tracing your skin up and down your arm as I caress. Who’d ever thought she’d like housework.”Mom laughs and then tells dad, “Well she told me, Grampa made house cleaning a game and also hid some money for her to find. Wonder if that would work in getting her to clean her room?”I heard Dad laughing but not was said because I was too busy running into Grampa’s arms.He scoops me up into his arms and kisses my cheek. His strong arms, sexy smile and twinkling blue eyes make me tingle all over.He sits down with me on his lap and asks, “How’s my. And remember what we’ve learned with the pillow.”It was even harder to maintain my eyes on hers when her arms were also wrapped around my body and her legs kept brushing against mine. Without the pillow, our faces and bodies were a few inches closer. I realized I was craning my neck backwards. To not do so would practically mean pressing my face to hers. Clara obviously had no trouble looking at me, clearly unaffected by this kind of intimacy when she danced. She kept pointing out the details. “This is a garrison town. You attack him and you’ll have a regiment to deal with...”+++Mentioning the c***dren reminded me of Michael’s birth. I wanted John with me. He agreed IF his regimental duties allowed. He was there, holding my hand. Was he reassuring me, expressing his love? Or was I reassuring him? He looked so scared and petrified during the whole process that I was more worried about John than the birth. As a father he adored our c***dren. They loved him. He was always there, so.