.. when you look back on your life some things are funny, some things are sad and some things are the very last thing you ever expected to happen and ...this is the story of one of those unexpected events.My name is Sharon Williamson and I am a 38-year-old married woman with a 21-year-old stepson, Brian. I married my husband Phil when I was 18 and he was 31 and our wedding took place less than a year after his first wife had died during childbirth. At the time Phil had a nine-month-old son (Brian). ”She had no idea HOW lonely I was and I was never going to enlighten her. There was nothing left to say after that. So we just sailed along in comfortable comradeship in the rapidly growing darkness.I took over when it became full dark. She lay back on the bench with her hands behind her head and said with wonder, “Look at those stars?”I said, “The Ocean at night puts you in touch with the universe. Reminds you how small and unimportant you are in the great scheme of things.”For the past 400 or. Under my pen name Raul MontanaJanine and Fred had recently moved into an apartment complex in Florida. The apartments were excellent, and the complex included a beautiful pool and exercise facility. One afternoon Janine was tanning by the pool while a group of high school boys was swimming. She pretended not to notice when the boys would glance her way to check her out. Janine rolled to her stomach while facing the pool. She then reached behind and undid the clasp to her top so she could get. It was time to make a quick exit. With my hair in a damp mess, I strutted out of the bathroom with only a towel held around my waist. I looked down the hallway toward the living room. Mary’s parents were seen staring back at my bare chest, both of them sharing looks of dread. When Brandy, wearing only a towel, stepped out of the bathroom behind me to shuffle down the hallway toward her bedroom, I detected a slight hint of jealousy in Mary’s father’s expression. With a wink of my eye toward.