I ah” Abbey stammered.“Come on Abbey” said Joe. “Don’t be shy. Tell us where we can find a bar that has lots of pretty women who are anxious... to help a guy to have a good time.”Abbey blushed, and shook her head as if she did not know the answer. Of course, she knew exactly where such bars could be found, but she did not want to let these foreign men know that she knew. So, she retreated from the table and left the men to their discussion, although she was curious to know why Joe had suddenly. Neither Graham nor I realised exactly how much the rifle differed from those we had used before. Both Graham and I are adequate shots. We hoped for a few rats or an unseasonable squirrel – nothing more. And that’s what we got – or rather I did. Graham missed everything he aimed it. Eventually he passed the rifle to me. I wanted to try it. I had been watching Graham impatiently as he missed shot after shot. I hadn’t thought that there might be a reasonable explanation for his lack of success and. Mia turned and looked at her dad. "Where did Mom go by the way?" "She went to a concert with her friend," he answered as a defenceman finally fired a shot towards the net, only for it to be blocked and easily cleared down the ice. "These fuckin' bums..." Dad, do you ever think about life?" "Life?" he curiously asked, turning his attention away from the TV and focusing on his daughter. "What about it?" "Like, what's the point of all this?" she specified. Greg slowly nodded his head. "Almost. When we got to the sofa I turned to thank him, looked into his twinkling eyes and was lost again. He leant into me, we kissed chastely at first before his tongue slipped through my lips. His hands clasped behind me and pulled me into his body, I could feel his hardness pressing against me. I wanted him to make love to me again, but could not forget my husband was in the kitchen with this man’s wife. I broke away and sat down, looking longingly up at his handsome black face. Quin sat next to me.