““They’re gorgeous.”Shit.“They are gorgeous,” Lucie moved just enough to trace three fingertips up Brooke’s right thigh. “Not butch li...ke mine.”“Now look,” somehow my head suddenly rediscovered dad mode, “sit down and you all stop this game. Your legs are not butch, you know perfectly well they’re stunning that’s why you’re waving them around. I’m thirty-six and you’re fourteen and fifteen, this teasing is not appropriate. Tricking me into saying how sexy you are. I daresay it’s fun, but you can. X..XWell last week i could take it no more i was determined to go out an about an get myself into the middle of some hot an steamy fun some where, i did too, i got my little strappless dress black with white spots heels black wedges strappy scandle types a long straight hunny blonde wig black lingerie bra an knickers hold up stockings too, i showered an shaved all over so i soft an smooth too, oiled an moisturised took a train too crewe then too Hartford an wandered along side the service area. So ... let us relive those golden days of yesteryear...You remember last time: Roy was stuck on the cliff and the dog, Rinie, was trying to get Silver, the horse, to back up to the edge so he could get the rope off the saddle and drop the end of the rope to Roy ... No! Wait! Wrong movie ... wrong cast ... oopsie. Sheesh, your memory sucks. I know, I know, I know. I forgot to take my memory medicine. Well ... get it together old man ... Ok ok ... I'm trying. (Fade to the Park)Ah, there we are. He had to pay for that. Not for fucking my wife, but for smiling at me while he was doing it, for pretending to be my buddy while doing it.One night as he came out the back door of his bar he walked into my fist - about four times - and when his head cleared he found himself inside the camper on the back of my pick up truck watching me clean my finger nails with a very large hunting knife."Talk to me Richard. Convince me I shouldn't do bad things to you for fucking my wife." I don't know what.