The following night Granny announced that Horace would be joining usfor dinner. Granny had me wear a sleeveless pink chiffon party dresswith two white... petticoats underneath for my dreaded future husband.It looked like a dress from the 1950s. She curled my hair and tied aribbon with a big bow on top that matched the dress. I feltridiculous dressed as I was, but I knew I was being dressed for thepleasure and approval of my future husband.I was surprised to be included in the dinner conversation. When I got back to the others, I noticed Rob looked a little uncomfortable. Jenny was sitting on the edge of his sunbed, and as she leaned over to get something, her nipple brushed off Rob’s cheek. I sat back down and shared out the beers, I felt Bill shift on my sun lounger and his strong muscular leg rested against mine, I wasn’t sure if I should react or say something, when the serenity of the pool was disturbed by a loud brash woman.She was probably around fifty with very obviously fake. “Shall we adjourn to the shower for a quick wash?” After fifteen minutes of mostly playing in the roomy shower, the three of them helped dry each other with David’s fluffy towels.“What’s the game you want to play?” Diane asked, quietly excited because David had said that she would be the center of attention.David took each woman by the hand, leading them to the side of the bed. “Diane, I want you to lie on your back in the middle of the bed.”Diane followed his instructions, watching to see what. “Do we need to talk more about what happened?” She opened a gap between their bodies and crossed her arms over her chest.Evan didn't need to check; he knew his dick was bulging. He didn't care. “Mom.”“I know, honey, I know,” she said. “I'm sorry. Things will work out.”“They will,” he said, not sure if he was agreeing or asking a question, then he added, in a pleading voice, “I love you.”“I love you, too,” Candy said. “I'm sorry, Evan, I better go.”“But—”“We'll talk later. I have to go.”Evan.