Turning around, he carried her over to the bed and lowered her, none too gently onto it. They both smiled at each other as he slowly removed his shirt... and unbuckled his belt. His trousers fell to the floor, leaving him standing in a pair of boxers, every inch the conquering male. He flipped her legs up, grasped her tiny knickers and pulled them off. If the speed of their removal surprised her, it was nothing to the shock of his next action. He swiftly knelt down, thrust his face between her. After Les leaves, Tim and Abbie have a bite to eat. They are both aching for an interlude about now. They hadn’t played this morning, and yesterday feels so far away. And they are on vacation for a long weekend, well a working long weekend, but still.The dishes cleared and cleaned, Abbie and Tim kiss longingly. Both are wanting each other so fully. Abbie bends over the kitchen table and tells Tim just to use a little olive oil sitting on the counter as lube. Hearing Abbie say this somehow. “Not to be nosy, but what happened to your parents?’ “They don’t wanna get involved. Can you believe that? They made us get married and now they don’t want to interfere.’ Florine moved closer to try to console her friend. “Have you eaten anything today dear?’ she asked as she wiped her sweaty palms against her greasy apron. Annabelle sat in a booth by the window. She dried her tears and watched the continuous fall of snow while she tried to contemplate things. She wondered how she could leave. I was typing and she was dictating. We we're really bored and the comic wasn't going anywhere, when Joanne'smother came in the room and went to the wardrobe and picked out a yellowsummer dress of Joanne's."Joanne, what do you want to do with this dress?"Joanne looked up from the book she was reading and said, "Oh, just binit."Joanne's mother put the dress back in the wardrobe and left the room."Why do you want to throw that dress out?" I enquired, "It's a nicedress." If you like it then, you.