“Mike, she died six months ago.”
“I know but…”
“Mike, how many times have we been in this tub?”
“Uh, a lot I guess.”
“How many times have we been in this tub naked?”
“I don’t know…um…a lot?”
“Every time, Mike, we’ve never worn suits.”
“Oh.”
“And every time you look but, not like tonight. Tonight you seem obsessed.”
“I’m sorry, Pam, I…”
“You…?”
“Pam, I’ve always thought you were…”
“Hot?”
“Y…yes.”
“And?”
“Pam, I’m not ready.”
“Really? You’re not ready? You’re staring at my p***y like its f*****g Haagen-Dazs and you’re an ice cream junkie and you’re not ready? Well screw you, Mike, I’m ready. So kneel down here and get your god damn mouth on me.”
“Pam…”
“That was not a suggestion. Get your f*****g mouth down here now!”
I knelt between her legs. She pulled my mouth into her
