Suddenly, Ian came over to where I sat on the counter and stood right in front of me. Lifting my chin to gaze in to those warm hazel brown eyes of his..., he says, "I'm sorry about her. And I'm sorry about David. If I knew it wouldn't hurt you, I'd beat his ass for causing you so much pain. I know he was your first boyfriend, and I wasn't there to watch your back, and allowed a skank to get between our friendship." Things to reply with ran through my mind but nothing would come out. How did you. I grabbed a bottle of water from refrigerator, and suddenly something occurred to me. I had some water, put the bottle back into the refrigerator, and then grabbed an ice cube. I stood there near the refrigerator, and rubbed the ice cube on my pussy. “Oh, fuck! That feels so good,” I moaned. My pussy was so hot that the ice cube melted quickly. I grabbed one more ice cube and pushed it inside my pussy. “Oh, God, yes,” I gasped, as another moan escaped from my mouth. I sat on the edge of. Bingo.I scanned the recipes. A simple tomato sauce? Preferably not tooextravagant. But there: Spaghetti Bolognese. I loved that. I showed Markthe picture. "Oh yes!" he trumpeted.Now to bring all the ingredients together. Canned tomatoes were found,Parmesan, too. But ground meat and vegetables were missing.I was disappointed. That looked so good on the picture, and I liked itreally very much when it was made well. But I couldn't go shopping, I hadto look after the children.But why shouldn't I go. ''Damn!' I said mentally kicking myself for not booking a cab. The girlsaid that we could wait in the back room by the fire, it being such a cold night. In the room another couple were also waiting. I sat Trish down on the couch next to them and I took the only other seat, a rather battered armchair. We had only been there a couple of minutes when the young girl came and told the other couple that their cab had arrived.The warmth of the room and comfort of the old chair soon made me dropoff to.