Mrs. Robinson gave me a big slice of sweet potato pie to try. It was so good my mouth exploded into a dance for joy Maybe somebody slipped Beethoven s...ome pie like this before he wrote "Ode to Joy". She put another whole pie in with the greens.I was riding the bike down the wide sidewalk with all the food in the basket, trying not to spill. i loved how it felt to be there. I hadn't thought about opera for a whole day. I didn't know about all this stuff for dinner, but I was pretty sure some sex. I leaned over and kissed her face and said whatÂ’s wrong Mom. She said when I woke up I thought Jack was laying next to me and that it was all a dream. I said IÂ’m sorry Mom. I shouldnÂ’t have slept in your bed last night. Things got a little out of hand and I couldnÂ’t say no. She said are you ashamed? I said no. But it shouldnÂ’t have happened. Mom said in my minds eye I was with your father last night and it was just what I needed. I leaned over again and kissed her on her open mouth for. My wife’s general health was good now but was not to take strain. Of course with removal of ovaries and uterus it was like reaching menopause and she had lost all interest in sex. Also her skin and most importantly breasts had started sagging. Unfortunately she could not even do any exercises because of spine surgery. But my need for sex was increasing daily. It was difficult to stay without hug of a woman, kiss and of course release of my stored energy. But I could only blame my fate and made. “Why didn’t you two call me when she got sick? How bad is she?”“Don’t worry. She’s just feeling a bit feverish, and she has a small headache. We didn’t think it was bad enough to call you about.”I was amazed Emily couldn’t see through my pathetic lies. Cleary worry for Sarah’s health was making her overlook everything else. Her genuine love and concern for her daughter made me feel terrible for abusing her trust like this, but in this case the truth wasn’t really an option.“William, could you.