I squeezed her boobs and could her whisper ‘hmm..hmm’. That sound was persuading me to go to the next level.I slowly pulled down her sari’s pall...u (the tip of the sari) and started un-hooking her blouse. She held me even tight.. I started to lick her big bra, I smelled it and spread my saliva all over her bra. Then I put my hands behind to remove her bra. That time …. The best moment of my life took place.I observed that she removed her hands from behind my shoulder and the hand started to drop. "I hateto break up this family moment but it's time to get started." Ok Rachel if I must," I pouted. "Oh yeah, Daddy this is Dr. Rachel, Dr.Rachel this is my Daddy." Pleased to meet you Mr. Waterman. You have a remarkable child here. OkSam up on the gurney."I have Mom and Dad a hug and climbed onto the gurney. "Well I guess I'llsee you tomorrow, they plan to give me a major Mickey to make me sleepall night." And they wheeled me a way.I was wheeled in to this room and left me there. I was about. The surgeons had not had to improve on that!So what if her husband and she were both about the same age? He was asilver haired, ruggedly handsome man, with the kind of eyes women fellinto, and the athletic build of a man who frequents a gym, but neverbrags. And those who didn't know her history, thought he had married ayounger woman, a trophy wife. Yet he and she were an original item, andfancied no others.People who did know her, said she appeared 15 years younger than herbiological age.. A. Someone who'd ask how my day had gone when I came home. Someone who'd hug me and share my laughter... and my tears. Someone who'd give me emotional support. Someone who'd care.Mercy? Yes, I could certainly use a little mercy, and with a capital M at that.A week later I called and asked her out to dinner.She was a sympathetic listener and before I knew it, I was pouring out the story of my life. She didn't condemn, judge, or even give advice. She just listened... and when the tears began rolling.