’ A pause. ‘I am not trying to avoid you! Its just that I should go.’ Another pause. ‘I know you haven’t been feeling well…I was home this... week…you’re the one who didn’t want to come to dinner the other night…Oh, you want to bring that up now?…I don’t even like your father…what does that have to do with anything?…Emily, I have to go. I will be home later…yes, I love you too. Bye.’ Josh snapped the phone shut and clenched his fists. ‘Sometimes I wish I could just divorce her, leave her fathers. Abigail was pulled into a warm embrace before the woman pulled back to look deeply into her eyes. ‘Gabriel gave you his phone, yes?’ ‘Um…’ she nodded, unsure what to say. The woman smiled and wiped her tears with a nod. Abigail noticed another man in the vehicle. It was the dark-haired, slim guitarist. He reached a hand back to her, his dark eyes piercing. ‘I’m Rafael Diangelo. Nice to meet you.’ Abigail nodded as he squeezed her hand in his larger calloused one. The SUV was already moving.. It was her first Stroganoff and I was impressed again by this young lady. Even her choice of wine impressed me. She obviously had listened when I had been talking about wines in general and German wines in particular.The four of us retired to the living room after dinner for a glass of after dinner Tawny Port. It was story telling time. Liolani, ever the bubbly conversationalist raced to the front of the conversation with the usual preliminaries, then stopped abruptly and urged George forward,. She said, “I love smoke falang cock, honey. I love your big cock. You like Mama smoke you? I not get falang cock long, long time darling. I miss big falang cock.”On and on she went, in between mouthfuls of cock, saying, ”Your cock number one, honey. I love your big cock honey. I smoke you long, long time, okay? No problem.”I thought she would never stop. I loved it.“My pussy get wet now. Mama number one at smoke falang cock. You no worry, Mama smoke you anytime, okay?” On and on she went, crazy.