He married when i turned 14. Me and my father were close, he was my best friend. I think i blamed Jill for his death. She made him go out and get her... wine. He was shoot as, the liquor store was robbed. i was devastated at the funeral. When Jill tried to hug me, I pushed her away. Three days later the lawyer stopped by. He brought us into the living room."You know why im here." He said opening his briefcase. "Yes" Jill saidI nodded."well lets just get right to it" he said"David left 1/4 of his. ” I laughed breathily, “You would be surprised at the way trauma seeps into lust.”She touched our foreheads, our breaths lingering in each other’s mouths. “The only trauma you’ve known is self-inflicted. I won’t feel sorry for you.”“I know.” I whispered back, laying my thigh over hers, pressing our pillowing breasts to feel her pert nipples stabbing pleasantly into my own. She eased her grip on my shoulder, and caressed the clotted wound with her thumb, an echo of the delicious pain sounding. Plus, of course, the sex with Coach was...enjoyable. But I had to think about the whole family, not to mention my college fund. So I hit the pavement and ended up getting a position as a barrista in a coffee shop down the road from school.It was a small place. You'd call it a Mom and Pop outfit, except it was owned and operated by a single woman named Annabel. About 30, the shop wasn't doing all that well, so she wanted to take some night classes to finish up her degree and give her some. But that's what Simon did. Why did it feel so good? From what dark corner of her imagination had this maddening addiction Freed itself? Her husband was just fifty yards away, waiting for her to return to him, knowing that she would give her body to Simon in ways that would forever remain her secret. Was at least a sliver of the excitement from knowing her husband agreed to surrender her, and would likely do so in the future? Was it really his strength, his compromise to keep them together, or.