The post script, however, was not; Vickie usually told all ornothing. It was also in a different color of ink, although thehandwriting was the same. J...oyce considered calling her mother, but itwas late, and she didn't want to wake her. She'd have to remember tobring it up the next time they talked. If it was important, Vickie wouldhave said more.Still, it was cryptic and intriguing. From what she had learned duringher encounter with Vivian, Joyce knew it was likely to be her otheraunt's child;. I had heard her crying most of the night and I doubt if she got much sleep either. I heard her going into the bathroom and my stomach began to churn. I was a bundle of nerves. When she came out of the bathroom, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down.Looking at her was hard. I knew I should start the conversation so I asked her straight out, "Why did you do it?" It just happened. I was drunk and it just happened. I love you Jerry, I wish it hadn't happened but it did. We have to move on. Jennifer flashed Candace a hate-filled look while Alvin avoided eyecontact. Candace ignored them both and studied the guards. They lookedofficial, bored but official. There was nothing to suggest they mightbelong to a criminal cabal.Javier showed up a few moments later and Candace felt a pang of regretto see that he too was wearing a one-piece women's swimsuit."I see we're all in uniform," he said sheepishly.Alvin perked up a little to see someone else in shared humiliation.Jennifer openly. The negative side should be obvious and flows directly from the positive. Still, the s**ttered moments of sheer exhilaration should not be denigrated. One morning of a trip, a friend called me early knowing that often I’m a very early riser. We long had enjoyed calling each other in part for the scratching of an itch not readily susceptible of amelioration otherwise. She could be most accomodating like the time I called when she was in bed between fucks, proceeded to recount for me in.