. 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 down her cheeks, she reached out and took my hand. Her touch was soft... and comforting.I'm still. She normally has a bubbly personality, but for the past year and a half we have been trying to have a baby, and the failure to get pregnant is wearing on Sandy. I asked her to just relax and let it happen or go back on birth control.I have had an additional upset because my family has undergone a serious disaster. About a year ago my older brother Jack was killed in an industrial accident. He left a second wife and a daughter from his first marriage. The stepmother let it be known shortly after. The logo of her company was in the upper left hand corner. Flipping the card over, I saw I wasn't imagining it. My Angel really did write her cell phone number on the back.First things first, I climbed out of bed, took a shower, and shaved. Before brushing my teeth, I made some scrambled eggs and ham for breakfast. After I ate, I went back and brushed my teeth. Now I was ready to face the world on this glorious Saturday.I spent the next half hour planning something for us to do today. I wanted. Alec’s car was in the drive so it should be unlocked as usual. As soon as she opened the door though she knew why. The tell-tale sounds of moaning hit her ears and she quietly peeked into the living room. There on the couch she found Alec, nude with his eyes half closed. Between his legs she saw blonde hair bobbing up and down, Jodie’s pert, naked ass facing Missy.“Damn. You are just so big.” The college girl moaned and gagged a bit as she went back down on his rod.Missy watched for a bit, her.