..bitterness? In ice cream? That didn’t make any sense at all! The residual saltiness made even less sense, though he thought about it and remembere...d hearing about how you could make homemade ice cream by putting salt in a bag and moving it around or...something. Maybe it was that?“I see you both enjoyed the dish!” Zelda said. As if on cue, the waitress returned. Her makeup had been fixed up to the point where it didn’t even look like she’d been crying. On the contrary, there was a devilish. “You’re very good with your hands. Drew is a lucky guy.” Cari laughed, flattered. Drew, meanwhile, was staying uncharacteristically silent, just watching the two women. He watched Cari’s nipples get even harder as she brushed them against Jen’s back again, this time deliberately, and he smiled. “Jen, you look like you’re going to melt, you’re so relaxed. Maybe you should switch places and let Cari have a turn.” Jen smiled and agreed. The two women switched places. Cari noticed for the first. Eddie was up and on the path at a jog.I turned to Cleo, "I don't have anything so..." I waved a hand at her breasts."Can borrow the bumble bees." She teased me in a sing song voice."I'm too large for that!" I protested.She took my hand and we headed up stairs."Go put on your bottoms we'll see." Cleo. I don't have a two-piece. I'm fat remember?"Cleo stopped in the hall."Katrina. You are not fat. Granted, you're larger than I am. But you are far from fat. And even so, you've lost weight since. Tom went golfing. Pete is on the boat for another weekend and Jim, my neighbor across the street is tending to his lawn. That's him down there now endlessly grooming that broad green tract that spells…Well I don't know what it spells to Jim. To me it is just a lot of hot sweaty work and I have other interests today, special ones. To be sure though my interests produce sweat too but it is sweat of a different kind along with other body fluids and so much more enjoyable to my way of thinking.As I.