Was it because he believed that she had text-messaged herself, on someone else’s phone, so as to locate the device? Or maybe he had thought that she... may have been in some-kind of trouble, perhaps. She was untrustworthy. That was clear now. But was he untrusting? Had he suspected her of something, with no evidence, or had he intuitively known about and repressed it for some time now? As he stood on the porch now, with the breeze drying the sweat across his brow, he regretted his actions. He had. ‘Coffee?’ She nodded to the side as she said that. ‘I would love to, but better not. I have a stack of paperwork and phone calls to make.’ She went to a table just inside the door got a little message pad, and started writing on it. She tore off the top sheet. ‘There’s my number, call me!’ I smiled and prepared to take my leave. She stepped out and grabbed my shoulders, reached up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she whispered. ‘Now did that give you another. Besides, when he died-well-there were others, you understand!’ And she looked at me and laughed merrily.‘Your husband was much larger than I was?’ I echoed. ‘You mean that he was constituted physically in all ways-?’‘I know exactly what you mean,’ she laughed. ‘You are wondering whether his parts were as large as yours are, and I will tell you yes, and even more so. I am so built that it is possible for me to have regular intercourse with men of normal size, and although at first it was rather. ’ ‘That had to be rough with your mom not believing you.’ ‘It was and worse, nothing changed except now I had to be home. On my eighteenth birthday I was allowed to have some friends over and celebrate. I’ll never forget that night as long as I live.’ she said recalling the incident. ‘What happened?’ he asked and knew from just the way she spoke that it had to be a very painful memory. ‘All my friends and I were downstairs when Parker showed up, drunk as usual. Then he started making passes at.