"Sick hair. Looks good on you."I said thanks, complimented the tattoos exposed by his sleeveless shirt and continued walking towards the bathroom. Bu...t he quickly asked if he could hug me and before I could respond he already had his arms around me. This was no ordinary hug -- he grabbed me from behind and pulled me hard into him while pushing his crotch into my ass. I thought about struggling but it was happening so fast that struggling seemed futile. I also was kind of enjoying it.He finally. There was no sign that Riley had been at my house at all. What happened to the Chinese food containers that we had eaten from? I went to the kitchen and checked the garbage, but it was empty with a new bag in the garbage pail.I automatically put water on to boil. I needed a cup of coffee.No. Wait a minute. I was on the program. I needed a new heart.I felt my chest. It felt fine. Maybe I just imagined it all.How much? Simon? Brenda? Angel?Riley?I felt suddenly alone and afraid. I began to worry.. Was her story conceived in her brain an allegory for what happened between us, or did it really happen for Soya? All I knew was it was our dream after we had just gotten married to own a house instead of the apartment where we had lived. Some part of that dream resonated inside of Soya. I led my even larger family into our home knowing that I had no idea what this night would hold for me.After putting the kids to bed with kisses from three mothers (While Soya seemed happy to participate, Geeta. . your mother is over 35.”“‘Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years,’ as Lady Bracknell says.”“Yes. Anyway, while you’re in Southport we’ll go over the things you should know.”Richard looked at Sybil. “And how was your trip to America?”“Very strange. I met Eddie’s mother and his father and his father’s current...”Richard interrupted her. “Current?”“Yes. Carleton has been.