JJ's husband had been killed five years before and she had been so incredibly lonely since then. Her daughters were the only reason she had continued ...living through those years. JJ had to continue living for them but she was no longer alone. JJ had met this amazing man at an alien crash site. It wasn't just having a man in her life again that made a difference. JJ had gone out with men and a few were even fun to be with. None of them had made that bone deep ache that JJ felt every day since her. They were chasing each other around the living room, Susan giggling and Don laughing as their hands caught and touch and tickled. Susan’s head was back, laughing, her mouth open, and her struggle to get free made her stumble and fall to the floor, still wrapped in Don’s arms. She fell on her back and her legs flopped apart. Don’s hips fell naturally between them and they lay, Susan still giggling and saying "No, no, Daddy stop it. I can’t bear it, Daddy stop it."Don’s body pinned her beneath. She inhaled and the white smoke circled about her head as she enjoyed that first puff from the unfiltered cigarette.We walked down the street but several feet apart, I knew that in even in the Midwest that a white man walking with a black woman could turn into trouble for both so made it look more like two strangers sharing the sidewalk. We entered a small club that advertised “Live Jazz” and I was shocked to find myself in a room filled with black couples and a jazz trio on the stage playing. Thank you. That's the bad thing about being so small but you're very tall. I would like to be taller.I think you're perfect how you are.You're so sweet. I wish my husband told me things like that.He stayed behind her while she continued to clean the dishes. From above, he smelled the aroma of the woman in front of him. Little by little he got closer and closer until he joined his body with the lady's, telling her that a lump was hitting the lower part of her back every time his savior.