She was crying, her wet face was pressed against my neck. I held her for a while, stroking her poor short hair. Finally, wiping her tears, I pulled ou...t a chair for her to sit down. And as promised, I made the toast and we sat and ate our breakfast. "Sunday is now my only day off and I like to sit and read the newspaper, quietly." I explained to her. "You are welcome to sit and read with me as long as you are quiet." It was a nice quiet breakfast and I was reading the business section, when.. I noticed on several occasions my nephew looking at my wife hungrily when he thought no one was looking. I saw it and it was obvious to me he was undressing her with his eyes and fucking her with his mind. It was no wonder. My wife was barefoot wearing thin, low riding white shorts and a yellow tank that in the early August sun clung to her tits from her sweat. It was an outdoor party in my sister-in-law’s big landscaped backyard.I caught my wife inside as she was getting a platter of sliced. "Have fun!" She tells you as she disappears from sight. As she does, a man walks into the room. He jumps when he sees you, because you were declared dead 30 minutes ago. He runs out of the room. An hour later, you are on your way home with your relieved parents, and you realize you may have been out for a while."Mom, what day is today?" You ask."Monday, sweetheart," she replies. Holy shit, you've been out for three days, as the crash happened on Friday. Wait a minute, you have choir practice. But how many times did he bring home bugs and things?" Stop it!" interjected dad. "Weena, they've been like that for nearly 30 years." Anyway," I said. "Getting back to locusts, there's also fenitrothion." True. I saw a report on it. I think it's approved for grapes. I've got to go back. We'll see you." Not if I see you first!" I responded. I think I started saying that when I was nine or ten. David left, laughing."Did he say anything about Sandra?" Weena inquired."No. And I didn't ask about.