.. I do, however, assume it wasn’t as bad as when I first mentioned it. ““Oh, the first time was. I felt guilty about doing it but then afterwar...ds, I accepted that only you knew what I was doing. She would never know I was checking her underwear. It wasn’t hurting her, and it did straightened the problem out.’Beth wanted to comment on what appeared to have been an innuendo, but didn’t want to take that step if there was a chance of being wrong. Deep inside she did know it got straightened out.. “Hi, Mom! How are you?”“I’m good. Are you back?”“Yes, ma’am. I just got through customs.”“That’s good!”“How’s Dad?”“He’s fine. The nurse is here right now”“Tell him I said hi. I’ll call y’all later.”“Okay!”The next couple of weeks were busy. Elliott put his two-story, 1,800 square foot, Dutch Colonial house up for sale. He introduced Therese to his personal financial advisor. He spoke frequently to the community manager of Parc Grove, an active adult community owned by the same group that ran. It was the idea of failure. And then I'd turned around, against my own self-imposed rules, and now I'd been heavily involved in a very sexual relationship with a married woman.No! Scratch that! I was heavily involved, and it was MORE than sex. I wasn't a horn-dog grabbing his erection at the thought of meeting Brenda on one of our strangely synchronized out of town forays. I was looking forward to sitting across the table from her, talking, seeing the eyes alternately soften, then flash, then. You will never be sorry."There were tears in my eyes as I kissed Breeze again. We walked back to our camp and all piled up together under the wagon.After George went to sleep, I felt Breeze wiggling around and then she climbed up on my chest. I hugged her and felt nothing but skin and it felt great. She was soft, with muscles underneath. Her butt was nice and firm and smooth and she wiggled and giggled as I felt her all over.She kissed me and whispered, "James, I get you tonight."I kissed her.