.. what happened.”I nodded thoughtfully. “So what’s on your mind?”She shuffled her feet, hands squeezing and releasing the railing behind her.... When she spoke her voice was low, almost sounding defeated. “It was really good...”I gestured wordlessly for her to continue. I was forcing her to say it, to affirm to herself as much as to me.She breathed out a heavy sigh. “Usually, when I’m um ... well ... when I’m with someone, I have to be the one in control. Saying what I want, how I want it...” she. He gave a big, false yawn. "I think all the extra sun has made me tired. Let's go to bed, Lois."She smiled, "Sounds good to me, Charles." They got up. Both hugged Britt and Mom hugged me. As they left the kitchen, Mom said, "Don't stay up too late." We heard her giggling as they went upstairs. The door closed.I looked at Britt. "Mom and Dad are going up there to screw. They aren't tired."She gave me a slow smile and said, "Put the pizza up. Refill our glasses. Let's go out to your Dad's shop. ”So the dinner’s a thing. It’s blocked out on our schedule, resources are being marshaled.“Tina,” Mizz Carmela tagged me, “we’re going to spend a fortune getting formal settings.”“Oh, Carmela,” I said, “how about calling Susan’s dad. He’s in the rental business. Maybe he can help.”“Good idea,” she said. “I don’t know where I would store finger bowls and oyster forks.” She gave me her wry grin. Carmela’s Henry’s wife. She RUNS our pavilion’s food and drink and everything else. We didn’t give. The best way I can describe her body is to say it was like that of a 80’s porn star, pretty much trim and taught with just enough fat in all the right places to be soft and smooth. I loved her so much at times I felt a little obsessed with her and made pleasing her my number one priority.We had married when Sophie was 17 with her parents consent, I was 5 years her senior. Today was actually our anniversary and I couldn’t wait until that evening when we went out to eat as I had paid for a.
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