When I finally reappeared from the bathroom---my third cigarette inhand---our two year old was delighted. Brunhilde just loved Regina! Thatfirst night... at dinner that she'd started babbling about this "nice lady"who plays with her I started to panic, until I realized that Martinette---barely glancing up from her LANCET magazine---had decided this Reginamust be some imaginary friend of Bruni's...Still, to be on the safe side I decided it was nap time for Brunhilde. Iput her into her crib and. It was like the sun coming up as her whole face lit up."You okay? I haven't seen you smile for a long time." Don't know. Just suddenly feel happy I suppose. Must be because I'm home from work."I wasn't going to argue that coming home hadn't had that affect in the past."No," she continued. "I definitely feel happy at the moment." The smile widened. "But I could do with a relaxing bath; my back's killing me." She laughed, pushing her fists into the base of her back which had the consequence of. " Hmm," she said. "And what if I do this."She now let go of my nipples and went down my body with her right hand. She went straight up to my crotch and then pushed her middle finger between my lips.When she did this, I thought, "Let's give her something to think about!" and I moaned and said, "O yes, that feels good."She laughed and then said, "Nicely played, girl! But you're acting."I looked at her and smiled while saying, "Are you sure, can't you see how hard my nipples are or feel how my. I lied and said that I was just having a little stomach pain fromwhat I ate the night before. He offered me some medicine, but I turnedhim down.After we finished with our gifts, we had a cup of coffee with him. Wehad polite conversation with him, but I felt out of place. I did notfeel like myself. I remembered all my conversations with him over theyears, but they felt like they weren't mine anymore.My dad noticed my apparent discomfort. He broached the subject, but Iblew it off as girl trouble..