”“That’s a little extreme, isn’t it?” she asked gently. “I was thinking more along the lines of chores.”“Feel free,” I said lightly.... “I’m only voicing my thoughts. This morning, she saw someone here and without knowing what had happened or even who she was, she bolted out the door to tell the news to the worst fucking people she could have spread it to. She’s our family’s equivalent to Fox News. I’m not getting involved in how this is handled. I personally want to insulate my life from her. She has a new boyfriend. My brain tries to control my senses. When we arrive at the lodge, they tell us that there is no extra cottage and she will have to share with me. No problem. Since we broke up she has come to visit me several times, so we can handle this. The place is magic. We are eight occupying the whole lodge. We have our usual Gin Tonic sundowners and a great meal. I glance over and can't help staring at her body. She's wearing a simple cotton dress that shows of her incredible. He simply adores me" she said loudly and confidently inher drunken state "and he just loves these" she said brazenly cuppingher large breasts. "Once they get a taste for caviar, they don't want togo back to fast food" she laughed out loud. "OH... MY... GOD" Cherie muttered. "Peter says he can't think why he ever looked at anyone withanything less" she said smiling, slowly looking round the room at theirvery average sized breasts. They were all furious but Sylvia gave them a stern. ‘Graham!’ she scolded, rolling her eyes at him and glaring at his foot with the dirty sock sitting in the middle of her coffee table. He had pushed the brass candle holder aside so that it was about to fall on the floor, and scrunched up the hand crocheted lace doily. The set was antique and very delicate. His sock was un-fresh from football training or something, and smelled. He looked back to the television and picked his nose. Anne’s apartment was immaculate. Everything was spotlessly clean.