Now they were the lunchtime entertainment. “We are just sex. Only for release. You show me to your parents around the holidays as if I’m your boyf...riend. We work together already a lot and the extra stuff kills any other growth.” He gestured across the street to a family restaurant just now opening for the afternoon. “I want to have kids and have a family. I was raised to get married first. If you don’t want too I have to go somewhere else.”“I want what you want.” She repeated.Victor looked up. Robbie said quietly, "maybe now is the time, Mom; you know--for us to do what you were talking about? Me slipping it into your ass, and Chris putting it to y our pussy, making a sandwich out of you."Her throat tightened, but she said, "All right. I--I'll go find some cold cream to grease you with. give me just a second."Quivering with anticipation, Lauralee hurried into their bedroom and found the jar on her dressing table. Whirling, her long legs flashing, she sped back to them and stood. Well, no sooner had I launched my innocent obligatory conversational opening than did our resident angry (relatively) young man go ballistic. His eyes bulged and his face reddened as he snapped his scowling visage to face me. ‘Are you insinuating that there is something humorous about my political views?’ he growled, menacingly. Really. Menacingly. ‘Why, of course not!’ I slowly replied, recalling his views on gun control and eyeing the exits. ‘Well,’ he said, turning a mistrusting eye to me. I figured I'd apologize to Mrs. Crawford first thing Monday morning — or in front of the whole class if that's what she wanted — and move forward. It was just about the only plan I had.Friday nights after the game were date nights. Suzette and I usually would rent a video or go to a friend's house until her curfew at 11 p.m. I was pretty sure that idea was scrapped for this week, but Suzette was waiting by my car like always when I finally emerged from my meeting with coach.I hoped her posture.