I made my peace with my mother yesterday. With my home life, we were more like two people thrown into a bad situation than mother and daughter. Don't ...get me wrong, I still loved her, but the closeness that a mother and daughter usually have was not there. I hope that my mother finds peace where she is now and I don't harbor any ill feelings. As for Myron, that is harder to explain. I feel about him as if he was someone I read about in the newspaper. I might feel sorry for him, but when I fold. I drew down the bedspread and top sheet, then turned and took Summer’s hand.“I had a vasectomy,” I said softly. “I can’t get you pregnant.”She nodded, bit her lower lip, and allowed me to lead her to the bed. She lay back, her gorgeous, golden hair splayed over the pillows, and her body stretched out, beckoning. I knew what she was waiting for and decided that everything else could wait. I carefully got into bed then moved on top of Summer. She spread her legs for me and I nestled my glans. "You don't mind holding me like this, do you? It makes it so much easier to sleep." He blushed, hiding his face in my shoulder, causing me to laugh softly."No, you feel perfect like this." It was out of my mouth before I could stop it, but once it was out, I was glad I had said it. As he brought his face back up to look at me, an unspoken question shining in those piercing blue orbs, I brought my free hand, the one that wasn't playing through his hair, to the bottom of his chin, pulling it. He was beginning to like her smile. Thoughts of kissing her came unbidden into his head. She would have to shave off the goatee, though. He wasn't ready to kiss someone with a beard. Some feminine urge told him that might change by tonight as well. He tried to put such thoughts out of his mind. They had a job to do. The people needed to know. And he was just the man to do it. He might even be the woman to do it, he thought to himself, giggling a little to himself now as Susan set.