.Silence.Russell set the pizza down on the kitchen counter and popped open abeer. As he sipped at his beer he walked into the living room to findhis w...ife alone. He spread his arms out in confusion. "Where's Denny?"Annette dabbed some Kleenex at her eyes."Have you been crying again?" Russell looked around. "Out of happiness Ihope. Where is he?"Annette looked like she was trying to speak but wasn't able to make anysound. her mouth moved and her face was rampant with random expressions.Russell. "And, if not, I will at least find peace of a sort." Do as I say and you will succeed," she said.She rose to her feet, shouldered her bundle and, in a twinkling, had disappeared.In thoughtful mood, the soldier set out for the palace. There he was greeted with courtesy despite his ragged clothes and hard-bitten features. The king and queen invited him in. He was bathed and shaved and given a set of fine new clothes. He was invited to table where he sat at the right-hand of the king. Having. He hadn’t stopped grinning at his dad as he took the key ring and looked it over before stuffing it deep into his pocket.“New Orleans.”“Dad, are you serious? Amanda was telling me not long ago that she wanted to travel there one day when we get caught up. When do we leave?”“As soon as you can. I even thought you and Amanda may like for Joe and Sissy to go along. They never get to go anywhere and they would be good company. Jon Jr. would have Chane to play with on the trip.”“YES, I’d love to. He deftly untied the little bow and the string bikini sprung open on one side while the bow on the other hip still managed to hold the fabric against my ass cheeks. However he was now able slide his hand all the way to the crevice that divided my bottom. He slowly ran the tips of his fingers up and down my butt crack. Gradually he let one finger rest on the opening of my tight "pussy". Slowly his finger began to massage the opening to my sex hole and my moaning grew louder.He paused momentarily.