Without blinking my baby returned MORE HARD SLAP on my cheek. I was hurt both physically and mentally. My cheek reddened with my son’s hard slap. Bu...t mother inside me cried thinking such a hard slap on my cheek indeed induced pain in my baby boy’s palm. Ignoring my own pain and shame I took my son’s hand in my hand, kissed it asked-“‘Beta’ Lagi to Nahi”? (Son you get hurt?). Diary, hearing this from his sympathetic mother, my son shows false pain. He said- “Ma I get hurt. Oh ma why did you slap. . “No It’s my first time” ” You look a bit out of your element, May I ask what brings you here, I know hat you’re not a drinking girl or a working girl so what gives?”“Jim you are correct on both counts, I’m just looking to expand my circle of friends that’s all” “Well I for one would love to be in that circle and I’m sure there several brothers that would also so you shouldn’t have a problem” “Well thank. My mom finally agreed to let me stay by myself. She said my sister would be checking up on me time to time. My sister, Amy, lives about an hour away, no big deal I thought. Friday late afternoon, I helped Jack pack their luggage into his car and watched them drive away. I wanted to run back into the house and change. It was all I could do to resist the urge, but I knew I would have plenty of time to dress up. After I made sure they left I went to take a bath. I lowered myself into the water and. The next evening, a messenger showed up at our door with the altered laptop. Done deal!Sandra's sense of what the triad would and wouldn't do was remarkable; and Wendy and I were becoming more and more reliant on that intuition of hers. On a subsequent visit, Sandra and I got into a rather somber discussion about a touchy topic ... what Erin might have concluded now that I'd been AWOL for several months, and what her life might be like."I know the two of you had – have – a very solid marriage,.