I moan, and my back arches to his touch. I want to feel his skin against mine. He lifts his arms up so I can pull off his sweat-drenched shirt. I slow...ly bring it to my face and inhale deeply. He looks down, chuckling, and buries his head in my neck. His nibbling mouth tickles, sending me into a fit of giggles as I try to buck him off.He looks down at me and asks me, "Ok you have me here and all you want to do is take a whiff of my shirt? I don't know if I should be insulted or grateful."I. "But Fria kicked her in the knee and chewed her out. Some guy from the kitchen took her to the emergency room."Bruno looked on amused as Ginger became quite animated as she described the action that had taken place."Fria intervened?" Yeah." That's unusual, mostly he lets the action play out and then throws everybody out that was involved and they can't come back for a month." Marie gestured toward the bar; "His wife Carla keeps track for him." Maybe it was 'cause Fria and Bruno are old. My sister who was nine years older than me hissed without looking up, ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ Even more confused I looked to my Mother. ‘Georgie,’ my mother said still laughing, ‘everyone heard you singing Here Comes The Bride.’ It was now my turn to look down at the table in embarrassment. But I digress. My Mother insisted that we must be hungry and went to the kitchen and set about making eggs, biscuits, bacon, sausage, and sausage gravy. There it was, the reason I was two. ” “I thought you sent me that.” “No,” said Raul. “Oh fuck! Is that… Kirk?” Raul looked up at the screen and saw the man and woman now looking into the camera. The masks and wigs were gone, and there was his wife Phoebe and Cora’s husband Kirk. Phoebe’s blonde hair was somewhat matted down from the wig, but her blue eyes sparkled. Kirk’s dark blonde hair didn’t look quite as flat, and his green eyes glared into the camera. They were still clearly naked, Phoebe’s hard nipples were just.