At which point, Prudie told her to stop being a stick in the mud that the two of us were just having a good laugh at couple of old nanny goats.Grandma... took a fit of the giggles and Prudie asked George and me to stay the night. She would fix popcorn and we could watch Night of the Living Dead, which was one of Elvis's favorites.After the movie, we played Clue until Grandma declared it was time for everyone to be in bed. Prudie complained that it was only one in the morning, but didn't push it to. He felt like he had just been hit in the face by Mike Tyson. With his growing awareness, Bobbie also noticed the pain across his chest and the cold. God, he was cold! Then it hit him, his pickup truck had hit a patch of ice and he had slid headlong over the embankment to land nose down, ass up in a snow drift. The pain in his head was from the airbag deployment. The pain in his chest was from the seat belt, and the cold – well it was only 25 degrees out that Christmas Eve night. Bobbie had been. .. Are you asking me to go?”His wife threw up his hands, “Oh, just forget it”, before stomping off down the hallway.Ben got up and kissed his daughter on top of her head, “What ever makes you happy, Chloe.” Then he headed out for a night of tinkering in the garage.No more was said the rest of the week. His wife was giving him the silent treatment, but that was expected.When Friday came, Ben got home to find his wife and her friend, Kelly, all made up for a night out on the town. Lisa had not. Which is kind of exciting in itself. He tells me to wear that little hot black dress that he loves to see me in. The neckline dips down to show just enough cleavage to tease. But this time he instructs that I not wear any underwear. About 5pm there is knock at my door. I'm dressed and prepared for our evening out. I open the door and Jake stands there, taken aback by how beautiful he thinks I look. I'm flattered. I grab my purse and we're on our way. Once we get into the car Jake asks for my.