Maan usko apna lun dekhane ko kar raha tha par thabi meri biwi pados ke ghar se wapas agai tabhi main ek dham sida ho gaya to fir raat ko khane ke tim...e who fir se mere lun ki taraf dekh rahi thi paar is bhar mera lun khada nahi tha to us waqt mere maan main kyal aya ki lagta hai meri saas ko mera lun chahiye fir raat ko apne kamre me sone ke leye chale gaye meri saas bhi hamare sath hi ek hi bed bur sote hai ek taraf main ek taraf meri saas aur bhich mein meri biwi, raat ko karieb 1 bhaje maine. .. eh ... um ... I eh can explain,” he faltered, pulling up his trousers.Worried he was watching an illegal video, I had to ask, “What are you watching?”He shook his head and quietly mumbled, “Cathy told me everything.”I felt a chill shoot up my spine. The last time I saw Cathy was on holiday and there was only one thing she could have said. “W-W-What do you mean ... w-w-what did she say?” I stammered, my heart racing like a train.“She told me you had sex with a boy—”“That's not true,” I. We can have dinner in the Brunswick. The cuisine is quite adequate."Jim laughed."I have to accept your word. I spent most of the last ten years west of the Mississippi River, and I ate what I managed to shoot." That sounds like an exciting life! Oh, here we are. Are we on for dinner?" Certainly, Sir Anthony. You will have to excuse our utilitarian clothing, though. Our new wardrobe is not finished yet."They bade their farewell in the foyer of the Astoria, and Jim went upstairs to warn the women. He gave me an exasperated look. I always asked for beer but never told him which one. I knew it annoyed him, so I did it all the time. He continued to look at me expectantly while I smiled sweetly. ‘Which one, Edie?’ he finally asked. I grinned at him. ‘Ummm….Pure Blonde,’ I told him. He nodded that he had heard and then turned to wait to be served. His arm had dropped from my shoulder but he was now holding my hand tightly. He handed me my beer before kissing me tenderly on the lips. When his.