<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Helen.jpg)</div><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong></span></em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Helen</span></span><br/><br/>Helen nodded to the young man that crossed the street to speak to them.  He was handsome and seemed bright and intelligent.  As well he was young and might even be a friend for David if the age difference was not too great.  She smiled at him;  "Oh hi Peter.  I'm Helen Morgan and this is my husband Jack.  My kids there are Jessica and David." She watched as the two disappeared inside the house with only a short wave to David as he departed.<br/><br/>Jack's anger seemed suddenly worse than it had ever been and she started to forget that they were in the presence of strangers.  Normally she would never argue in public but something seemed to drive her, to reflect Jack's anger and feed it back at him.  "Come on Jack, you agreed to at least try this.  I know you were reluctant but damn it give it a try!"  She looked at him strangely as he spoke of a young woman showing them the house.  Helen glanced over at Joanne and wondered at the slip of the tongue.<br/><br/>Then he tried to pull the love card on her and Helen partially bristled and melted.  She heard the appeal in Jack's voice and wanted to please him, to mend their relationship.  But something, her Irish tempter flared and she shook her head.  "Come on Jack, drop the anger.  You're just flaring up like you've done in the past.  Remember the counselor told you to work on that?"<br/><br/>Further words were cut off as a middle aged or slightly older man approached.  She nodded to him as Joanne introduced him.  This was a stroke of luck meeting someone who knew about the house, even if we was not the direct owner.  Then he placed his hand on her ass and she stared at him.  For the longest moment she could not move, could not speak.  Her ass was no longer rock hard and tight as it had been when she was twenty, before two kids and a job and husband.  Rather it had rounded out nicely providing her with a mature, womanly profile that spoke of experience and continued dedication to keeping her figure trim and taunt.<br/><br/>Helen was silent for a while as the man's hand held her pinned and filled her with a strange, frightening sense of desire.  She looked at Jack as he raised his voice at her, anger building but her voice was mute.  Finally when he honked the older man removed his hand from her and she started.  Anger spilled out of her, stoked to a fire in just the last few minutes and she tore into Jack with a strange glee.<br/><br/>"Damn it Jack!  What the hell are you honking the horn at me for.  That's damn rude.  I can't believe you were such an asshole to do that." She stepped close to the car and leaned in the passenger side window.  "You stop this bullshit right now," her mouth uncharacteristically foul, "Calm down and come with me to get the kids out of the place.  We can spend the night locally in a hotel and come back here in the morning when we've all settled down from the trip."<br/><br/>[Sorry for the lag, I think I caught up!]