You aren’t my type. You aren’t my father’s type. If I had a brother you wouldn’t be his type either.’ ‘And what is your type?’ ‘Short.... Slightly dumpy. Makes Challah every Friday. Never wears heels.’ ‘Liar! What is Challah?’ ‘Bread. Jews break it and eat it with dinner on Friday night. I love it.’ ‘I could learn to make it.’ ‘I’ll bet you could.’ I flopped back in bed and lay there next to Jennifer. We were both uncovered to the waist. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her breasts move up. .. I have not heard that in years.Your husband doesn't tell you.Robert just wants to watch games now. He doesn't even listen to me ... sometimes I'm alone all day and he does not care. So I go out and have fun alone.I see.But I'm not going to tire you with the story of an old woman and her husband. Let me wash the dishes.I don't think you're old.You are going to make me blush, cute. Thank you.Monica kissed Sebastian on the cheek and retired to the kitchen to wash the dishes. A few seconds later. I thought wrongly it was someone at her new workplace.I was laying on my bed and checking my phone and looking at naked pictures of Mimi as she walked by and came in. I put the phone down and smiled at her as she sat on the end of the bed. We have always been close. Close enough to talk about anything. From love to hockey.“expecting a call sweetie?” “maybe, you never know” I said “Judy. Is that who your expecting to call? Aunt Judy?” I looked at her with a shocked look on my face I am sure.. Even today i could visualize her sitting before me, with tears in her eyes, starting at me with lot of pain in her heart. I was 18 years and she was 8 years elder to me. This may sound a bit absurd. Even today I couldn’t understand if it was love or just lust. I don’t know why I had no guts to stop the marriage or let her get away from me. I could see him tie a knot to her, just before my eyes.It was after the ceremony close friends went to wish her, I followed them in silence.. Everyone.