She realized just how frequent when she was given the job of scheduling parties. As she opened the books she saw her parents name in there a lot... al...most every Thursday night.She knew they went out every week. They had for years, first getting a babysitter and then, when she was old enough to stay home alone, telling her when they'd be back. She'd never thought to ask them where they were going. She had just assumed it was cards, or bowling or whatever it was that adults did on their. ” “It’s our anniversary?” I had a feeling she hadn’t remembered, so it didn’t shock me at all when she said this. “Yeah. Semptember nineteenth. I didn’t buy you anything, so I’m sorry about that.” “I’m so sorry… I didn’t realize it was today.” “Well, there’s one way you can make it up to me.” I reached in and touched my glossed lips to hers. She kissed me back gently, wrapped her arms around me and rubbing my back gently. We’d never gone farther than a small kiss on the lips, and that was. Her voice when it came out of her was as low and soft as she could possibly make it without being able to hear it well. It came out smoky and rough in a soft way all the same and to both Craig and especially Amelia it was as erotic as it was gentle. ‘If you can’t trust this one, Sweet Pea, then there’s no man alive in the world that you can. I won’t let him hurt you.’ She stopped speaking so that she could force her face downwards between them, all the while worrying about trying not to push. Izzy blushed and said a little wryly. ‘Modern romances mostly… Why?’ she peeped up at him and blushed further at his obvious amusement. ‘I’m afraid I don’t have anything like that,’ he half laughed. ‘There are some of the classical novels, Jane Austin, Elizabeth Gaskell, the Bronte sister’s… books like that.’ He led her down one of the aisles. ‘This is where all the fictional books are kept.’ He could see that she still felt embarrassed, and he suddenly felt guilty. ‘I could always order some.