“ERIC,” Copley commanded at Myra’s use of Mr. “When we are making love Myra, I am Eric.”“Eric,” she said in a squeaky, tremulous, little... girl voice. Making love, she thought. With Ashton it was fucking. But Eric was making LOVE to her. She relaxed, opened her legs wider, and willed his mouth back to what she had newly begun thinking of as her “pussy.” “Oh Eric,” she said, “This is heaven ... absolute HEAVEN.”Eric Copley was a sophisticated lover who had attracted numerous piano mothers and. I walk towards her, and she replies, "Good boy. We both know we want this." We enter her room, as she dims her lights. I was hoping just to let this happen, not knowing what I will do after this. I am nervous after I hear the click of the doorhandle and realize what I'm headed for. After a brief minute or two, I realize that she's getting her clothes back on. I wonder what exactly she's doing, then she sits down and then starts to talk to me. As she does so, she slowly rubs her hand over my. .. something.”“No, no, I’m good,” she said. “So, how are you?”“Okay, I guess,” I said. “Getting along a day at a time.”“Dad, I mean Father, I know you’ve heard about Marian and her ex,” she said, trying her best to steer him away from his clear suspiousosity. I guess I looked surprised that she knew that I knew about Marian and her ex.I’d sat down, and now I sagged back in my seat. She was concerned about my feelings regarding my almost new love of my life. I was feeling kinda down because of. Some piece of reality made its way through my lust-fogged brain, though, and I tried to pin it down. "But Janet, she would never..." Just like the previous night, Martha cut me off, only this time with lilting amusement. "Oh, but of course she would, you silly boy. Have you forgotten your little conversation with her this morning? I'm your wife's best friend -- she'll do *anything* as long as I'm there with her!" And before I could give any thought to the implications of that remark, she bent.