Chapter 740 Taking This Pussy:>6

• My eyes welled up. "I will be, Abram. I promise I'll be okay. Thank you so much for being such a good son. I love you." I embraced him in a hug for the first time since we made love. And he held me tightly in his strong arms as if desperately trying to hold his broken mother together. "I'll be okay someday," I whispered, trying feebly to assure us both as tears streamed down my cheeks and soaked into Abram's shirt. "I know it."
• I felt so much better after talking to Abram. I felt like I had unlocked something between us. Like we had impossibly gone back to who we were before the incident. Our relationship felt innocent again (at least more so than in the past week and a half). I called Rick again, he couldn't be reached again, and I sighed a sigh of relief again. I never knew how much I would tell my husband, only that I needed him to come home as soon as he could. Still, my life seemed to start to fall back into place, my emotions growing more stable, more tame and serene.
• Since the incident, I had slept in my daughter's room in pajama pants, a long-sleeve t-shirt, a thick, woolen robe, and socks. As I began to feel like myself again, I started slowly removing articles of clothing one night at a time. First, the socks went. And then the robe was discarded. And then I switched from the pajama pants and long shirts to pajama shorts and a conventional tee. And then, feeling comfortable with my body once again, I slept in just panties and a cami top, just a hair away from my typical nudity.