It was a Saturday morning when my husbands parents stopped past for breakfast with us and asked to spend sometime with their grandaughter for the day.... We said it was a good idea and that we would come to them for a dinner later to fetch our daughter and spend some time with them as well. At about 10h30 they left leaving my hubby and I home alone. My body was rather sore from the gym workouts I did during the week and I asked my husband if he would give me a massage to relax my body. He said. After all it shouldn’t be that hard to make the journey home, weather permitting. Following that she went shopping to buy presents nevertheless; she didn’t want them to think she was a scrooge. That Wednesday she slept late, mainly because it would take all her energy to endure her mother’s busybody attitude, and yapping voice. She chuckled to herself, “Oh I just know she could play the wicked witch in the movie “The Wizard of Oz,” and win an Oscar.” She made a last minute check to make sure. Someone who would be willing to knock down a few of my walls. That never happened until you.”“Well, I’m grateful for that!” Reina said.“Me too!” Chad replied, pulling her into his arms. “Reina, why did you tell Gemma to use her tongue on my ass?”Reina smirked, “You liked that, huh?”“Well, I’m a man so, yeah!” he laughed. “I was just taken aback.”“I felt like we were having all the fun and she was just watching. I remembered Karena mentioning once that Gemma’s quirk was that she enjoyed giving. Then he walks off, and I stand there for a moment before walking outside to talk to some of the bands that played earlier. After everyones begun to get in their cars and leave, I climb into my rusty old El Camino and glance at the directions. I look in my rear view mirror, checking my make-up before driving to the party house. When I get there, I have to park a block away because so many cars are lined up along the street. I get out, leaning on my car and lighting a clove cigar, inhaling deeply.