We couldn't get enough of listening to each other.We moved on to "Draw the prettiest picture using your friend's full new girly name and your off hand.... If you are right handed use your right. Take no more than an hour." Both of our pictures looked as if they were drawn by a four year old. We were both very proud as we put them in the center of our tea party dioramas.Fifth on the list we were to find our favorite boy actor and make a collage using only pictures of him and a stack of old unused. , any chance of Jill and me keeping our date night long gone. But this didn’t seem to have dampened Jill’s spirits. She was trying a new recipe and had told me earlier on the phone that she was fine to have our date night at home for a change. A home-cooked meal, a good bottle of red and a jointly chosen movie to watch on Amazon.I don’t know if I was imagining it, but although bubbly and smiley on the surface, Jill seemed a little tired. As was now her habit, she’d stayed over at Chris’s place. I still had to decide whether or not I could trust him. It was entirely possible that he was a plant.I hadn’t seen much of Trina, since our mini orgy. I called her about a week before I planned to transplant the first of the plants to the outdoor field. I also harvested some of the greenhouse plants. I hung those plants in the loft of the chicken house/barn. I could handle the weed alone, but only if Michael took over most of the lawn care work. He could take over the lawn work, if I could. Who would, I mean legally... I mean, no priest, I-"She shushes me, raising a finger to her veil."Silly. I don't mean a man-and-wife, 'marriage certificate' wedding. Just a small, private affair. Me," Mom runs that finger down between her breasts, firm and tanned, held by the loving cups of her corset, "you," her finger keeps travelling downwards as she neared my bed, "and a certain 'special little friend.'" It lands square on the head of my cock, and makes tiny little circles on the very tip,.