In A Good Place

Judging from our exchange of emails late into the evening yesterday - Sara is totally here right now. At least as of last night. She could wake up this morning and hug herself with the warm feelings we have for each other, or she could wake up and realize she's messed up and has allowed herself to fall back into my arms again. Only time will tell.

It doesn't look like this weekend will be such a good idea. Sara has come to realize her oldest girl is now a sponge and soaks up everything now. And is now asking many questions. One of those questions very well could be "Who's that man you were kissing, mommy?" Of course what she wasn't old enough to remember is that time when I met up with Sara as we crossed paths one day, and we wound up fucking like wild animals in the back of the SUV while the little one was sound asleep in the front seat. In fact I began pounding Sara up the ass as she was reaching between the front seats to recover the pacifier the baby had dropped. But as expected, since I had warned her before we got into it, she felt extremely guilty for doing that with her baby in the car. There was definately not going to be repeat performance like that ever again.