You know, when I was younger, my mother, used to tell me that I was special. She told me I was different from every kid in my city, maybe even the who...le world. In the beginning, I didn't know what the hell she was talking about. I had odd dreams when I was younger though. I never knew my father, not because he didn't wish to know me, but that he passed away after I was born. My mother told me she had met him when he was around my age.She told me they fucked a lot. She said he had the stamina of. "This feels nice, Kyle, but it isn't the reason I snuck in here last night. I wanted you to know I'm still very interested in you, but we still need to do a lot of talking before we decide if we even want to start going where you seem headed." You came up here just to tell me you're interested? Couldn't you have just waited and told me that over breakfast?"I released her right breast and started slowly sliding my hand down past her ribs, and over to where her navel was. She drew in her breath. Keep under one thirty, but over one twenty, okay? Doing good there."The figure dipped below one twenty and he took a handful of her buttock. "Come on, Zero Seven, step out a bit." She'd speeded up when she felt his hand on her anyway and glanced round a puzzled expression on her face, but stumbled. "Concentrate. Never mind me."She struggled to keep going, and her heart was clearly not accustomed to physical exertion of any kind, but after thirty minutes, mostly with her heart in her training. As I unfolded the letter I caught site of her handwriting and tears came to my eyes. Maddy squeezed my arm as a comforting gesture as I unfolded the letter and started to read. My Dearest Vee, If you are reading this, then I am dead and Maddy believes you have recovered. I want to tell you that our years together have been the happiest time of my life. When we married, I fully expected to grow old with you and nothing would have made me happier. Seeing you with Will and Zoe did my heart good.