’ He drew on his pipe again and snorted, then asking: ‘Remember panty girdles? I don’t think girls these day know what they are.’ ‘What mad...e you think of that?’ ‘Hm-hmm.’ ‘Oh, with her?’ ‘Not just, but I guess so.’ ‘Hmm? You hardly knew her at college.’ ‘Only met her in your room across the hall. Can’t remember if you or your roommate was dating her – but you, apparently.’ ‘Um-hmm. And you dated her here?’ ‘Can’t remember how I knew she was at home and why I thought she would go out with me.’. ‘He’s in his room. I put him to bed, he was being a shit.’ ‘Tell me about it.’ ‘Was he bad today? I’m sorry, it’s his grandparents.’ ‘Yeah, I figured. I have no idea how you put up with it for so long, you must be some sort of a saint.’ She took the dish out of the oven and set it on the counter. ‘Not likely, just a mother. It’s amazing what you’ll put up with because of biology. Now I just try and stand my ground. Yesterday night was hell, I thought I was going to have to leave the house. He. And they are boys, she thought. They can't be much older than me.The two were nearly the same height. The one to her left was skinny, but with a slight paunch. Messy, coal-black hair fell across his eyes, and he brushed it back with absentminded practice. Once it was out of the way, she could see his left eye was covered with a- a silvery film.Next to him stood square-jawed muscle. The boy's fair hair was cropped close to his head, and he was staring at her so intently she half worried she'd. “You have such dark beautiful eyes,” Fran said. “They remind me of a black onyx ring set in white gold that my parents gave me as a child. I’m having a screwdriver. Would you like one to sip on while we sit out here?” “Sure, that sounds great.” “Come into the kitchen with me while I make it and freshen mine up.” We turned each other loose and after retrieving the bottle of wine she took my hand and led me into her home. She went to the fridge and leaned over to grab the orange juice off the.