She never married. When Paul came home that afternoon, he found me – red-faced, with puffy eyes — sitting on the windowsill. “Geez, Em. You lo...k like hell.” “I-I can’t help it. I miss my Grandma Pearl.” Paul tossed his briefcase and sport coat to the chair and rushed over to me. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me tight against him, and let me whimper against his neck. “Shh! Em. It’s going to be okay.” “It’s the tree in the backyard.” “Our tree? The maple?” he asked. “We’ll cut it. By now I was almost but not quite touching her."Oh, lovely." She cocked her head to one side and studied it. "Yes, I can see that."That was enough. My hands touched her hips and then slid around her waist and inside her jacket. I kissed the side of her neck, running my tongue up it until my breath poured into her ear. I took her earlobe in my teeth and bit. One hand rubbed the front of her skirt, the other cupped a breast through the fine linen of her blouse.For an instant I thought I had. More

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