” I spoke quietly, but they turned to look at me and I held my arms wide, hoping they’d respond. They did, almost running to take places each side... of me. I wrapped an arm around each, gently, a squeeze of reassurance, then reclaimed my right arm to stroke Sally’s hair.Jonny and his crew were not late to bed – they, like us, had been up at oh dark hundred, of course. I could tell our waifs were fading, too. We took them to the room Cobber and Clare had been using, with two single beds, and I. As I approached the big ‘three-oh’, I couldn’t help regretting I hadn’t found a man with the qualities I was looking for. Besides, Mum and Dad were making noises about grandchildren. However, I was not going to ‘settle’. Mum kept producing young men and some of them might have been almost acceptable, but there was always something. Sometimes, an otherwise intelligent man would (out of sight of my parents) be a little free with his hands. Some, to be brutally frank, were arrogant, and others .... ....Rosa agreed and we were finally left alone. We talked for about another hour and a half and decided to call it the night.......we walked across the street to grab a coffee so we could sober up....In the coffee shop the lights were much brighter than in the bar there I had a better look at Rosa, man was she plump, her tits are so huge I could tell that they were full of meat not the ones that sag down, hers look like they stick up and in front. I could not take my eyes off her breasts, she. ." So you are offering yourself to me so that I would not be so harsh to your brother? Several times? And all the way around if I want to?"She looked truly shocked but after a moment she nodded. Shit, was that what I want? Am I really that kind of a person? I took a step forward and took a hold on her hands. She shivered from my touch."Trisha, I could never do that to you. Or anyone else. But you have to understand that they cannot go on like nothing has happened because too much has happened.