I've got things I was gonna do" "No Buts" Lindsey, Chris's mom said, "That garage needs to be cleaned out, and since Stacie is over at her friends... right now, that job falls to you" After several more minutes of pleading, Chris gave up, realizing the futility of his arguments. Reluctantly, he went out to the garage, kissing his weekend goodbye. Turning the lights on in the garage, Chris looked around, seeing his Dad's work area, still cluttered with odds and ends from the last time . " I really don't know. It just came out. Sorry about that."And right then I couldn't remember her fucking real name. And Icouldn't get it out of my head that I somehow offended her and hurt herfeelings. This encounter actually meant something to me, was special tome, and at that point she wouldn't have believed me if I told her that.I forgot her name. I'm an idiot.So, I'm thinking we should get back to the good stuff, and if we'regoing to fuck, we should get to it and forget about all my. "I'll close up now, Tim, and we'll go through to the back parlor." His after-shave smelled remarkably like an expensive French perfume my mother sometimes wore.The shop's back room was cozy and warm. "Take your jacket off, why don't you?" my uncle invited. "How about a nice glass of sherry?"Without waiting for my response, he poured us two generous measures from a cut glass decanter from the sideboard. I noticed that hanging in a dark corner of the room was yet another Victorian corset, this. I told her that I had not, but that it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I then came to my senses and asked if I should leave her to the task. She said she would be disappointed if I left and didn't mind my being there at all, having had little contact with anyone other than the baby, since Debbie was gone a lot. I settled into watching as the baby sucked her bare breast.In a few minutes, the baby started to sputter a bit, and she told me that she needed to switch. She.