.. OH GOD. NO."She had finally seen me sitting in my easy chair. The men behind her had seen me already and were making for the door as fast as they c...ould. I suppose the forty-five Ruger sitting on the coffee table in front of me may have had something to do with that. I had grabbed it up when I saw her arrive and the other three cars pulling in behind her. It had only taken a second to get it out of the lock box in my den."Dave... what are you doing home? I wasn't expecting you. What happened. I can no longer open a bathroom door without using a paper towel, nor let the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.I can't sit down on a hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one's nose.Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine. He tangled his hands in her curls and kissed her ever more intently, biting and nibbling and licking.She slid her hands into the back of his corduroys, moaning softly, squeezing his butt, and pressing him tighter against her.He groaned as she kissed the side of his neck, his collar bone, his shoulder, and started working his pants lower on his hips."There seems to be something in the way" she said, kissing his chest.She unbuttoned his pants and tugged at the zipper, finding she only needed to. “Not since just before noon yesterday,” She responded.I shook my head and offered her my fries, which she hesitantly took. As I ate my food, I asked her how she arrived in her current situation. Between gulping her food, she spilled out her story.Her father had been killed in Vietnam and her mother had remarried when she was ten years old. Her mother was a waitress at a truck stop and married an over the road truck driver. Her step father was rarely around, but when he was, he was kind to.