I flipped it over and looked at the website printed beneath a female silhouette. Thinking nothing more of the encounter I threw the card into my purse... and went to pay for my groceries. That evening Tom and I had dinner, and afterwards Tom took the rest of his wine to his study. I finished up the dishes, did some reading, and got ready for bed. Tom and I had sex twice a week. Usually on Wednesdays, and again on Sundays. It was always boringly vanilla. Blow job, cunnilingus, which usually. Tony promised a dinner at the San Marino before the prom. “You’d probably rather skip Chinese, right?” Ha ha ha. So funny. But the prospect of those luscious lips made her keep her own mouth shut.Saturday morning, Tony called.“Hey, girl?”“Hi, Tony.”“Uh, um, I mean, something’s come up?”“What’s the matter, Tony?”“See, I forgot something completely.”She knew this was ridiculous, and one part of her knew already what the asshole was thinking.“What’s that, Tony?”He heard something in Raptor’s. It was backbreaking work in the searing sun. But Mataoka gathered up lots of dried reed leaves and wove hats for us to keep the sun off so we could carry on.Mataoka surprised me by spreading some ears of wild corn around. It wasn’t going to give the yield we were used to, but it was a big, fresh field and we’d survive the winter on it. It was late to sow, and she had to go far and wide to find enough of last year’s heads with any seeds left, but it would make all the difference. I spent the. I slid out of the 'stag night' and into my car tucking a small bottle of Vodka in my pocket as I did so. A few minutes later I was knocking on Jenny's apartment door. She was surprised to see me, and seemed rather het up. " I just came to wish you luck Jenny dear and to see if you had changed your mind about marrying Ted." No hard feelings then Tony dear." I did not say that. It's hard for me to be the best man when my so called best friend is marrying my girl, the only girl I have ever loved.".