She sported a tight pair of skinny jeans complete with knee-high boots. The collection truck was parked directly in front of the Smart Shop's entrance....Main street had been blocked off and the marching band was struggling through one of their repertoire of marches. The football team was assembled on the other side of the street. There was a good crowd gathering for the finale of the food drive. Quite possibly more than 200. The two ladies walked around to the rear of the truck so they could see. Mom nodded her head. "That's what I said. I told her I'd love for you to have the best education possible but we couldn't possibly afford to have her tutor you like that."The school had been covering the cost of tutoring for us."That's when she offered me the job as maid and wouldn't take no for an answer," then she giggled.I have never heard my Mom giggle. Occasionally laugh tiredly at a joke or something funny on the tube maybe, but never giggle.By that time the room was spinning.Mom. I stayed seated, sipping my wine and hoping that I really had conveyed to Brian just how okay I was with the situation. After all, being a female alone at a party like this was not a bad thing at all. Willing playmates were in abundance. For now though, I listened to the ocean and enjoyed the night air. And just like that, the two girls who had come dressed as twins were asking if they could sit with me.The twin fetish always struck me as a bit creepy, but Lucille and Lisa looked nothing alike.. I think it annoyed him a bit. But I also knew he was never gonna say anything about it though. He was just too much of a good husband, and it wasn't like I could help it. Then I came back out and he was in the kitchen. He had started making dinner. He was making spaghetti. “Now what's this?” I asked. “Well, if memory serves me correctly, spaghetti is your favorite,” Steve replied. Then I did my best to hug him tightly. But with a big stomach, I couldn't put my arms to far around him. But I.