I might go shopping. We can meet up later in the afternoon."Bartley kissed her on the cheek, and Wendy prepared his breakfast: wholemeal toast and low... fat spread with a black decaffeinated coffee and orange juice. It seemed suddenly so anaemic to her, but then again, Bartley was 12 years older than her, and that medical he'd had last year showed slightly raised blood pressure and a worrying cholesterol count. Low fat food, dull fare; only one glass of wine a night; regular moderate exercise;. Her brows furrowed, and she grunted a clear, what-are-you-looking-at sort of question. "Your bone, uh, thing," he faltered. She looked at him quizzically. He reached his finger out to point at it, in a gesture he would ultimately be very, very happy to have made. His bloodied index approached her apprehensive face, and poked the bone. She sniffed his finger a little, and a look of profound happiness washed over her face; he started. Had he given her some sort of compliment? Perhaps not. She. “This feel so gooooood.” I settled on to the stop next to Cathy, the steam rising from the water partially obscuring us from Danny and Shawn. I whispered to Cathy, “I love your boobs.” “Thanks,” she whispered back. I was on my third or fourth beer of the evening and was feeling rather frisky. “Why don’t you lose the top?” I suggested. “I can’t do that,” Cathy replied. “Can’t or won’t?” I pressed. “Y’all behave over there,” Danny remarked from across the hot tub. “I’m trying to talk Cathy out of. “Hello, hey mom, no the power is out here too, no I’m staying at David’s tonight, yeah I told you already, please mom can’t you get someone else help you, please, fine I’m on my way.”By now pretty much everyone had left and my sisters were in the kitchen talking about something.“What’s wrong?” I asked.“It’s my mom, she wants me to go home and help her with my little sister until the power comes back on, you know what my sister is like, when the power went out she screamed and ran away and my.