Brett was already up and about; when he saw me, he poured me a mug of coffee. The clock on the wall read 11:00."What's the plan for today?" I asked."Y...esterday we concentrated on her back," he said, "today; we will devote our attentions mostly to her breasts." I'll go check on her," I suggested."Don't bother; Olga is taking care of her needs, right now. Festivities start at two; you'll see her then, not before," he replied. "Unless you want to beat her, of course."I shook my head.Lunch was a. 30 Deb arrived home more than the worse for wear, having had a good drink by the state she was in. Although she was in a pleasant mood she could not wait to tell a little secret she had learned that evening.I enquired “how was the night”? Deb giggled and replied “brilliant, we had a real good laugh” “Did you buy anything”? I asked.“There wasn’t any think there that I like or that I haven’t already got” was Debs answer.Deb giggled again and said “anyway you will never guess what happened”? I. Perfect. Just what he had dreamed about for Christmas. The fireplace smoldering; almost out but the glowing coals still warming and providing the only light other than the Christmas Tree lights. Even his feet up on the coffee table, ankles crossed, was how he had imagined it with his wife and son tucked against him.It was so perfect. It was his dream. He looked down at Lisa again. Not just his dream. It was hers too; the woman who's love and support had kept him going. He lifted the arm that. Say it out loud if necessary. Just think of the Beverly Hillbillies, if you are old enough to know who they were, and you will catch on. If you can’t appreciate this then exit right now, please.Mah sister don’t screw me reguler any more like a good sister ought to. Ever since she started seein that edjakated city boy she’s doin things differnt.Fer an instance, she don’t always want to lay there nice and still-like whilst Ah push mah pecker in and out. Or git on all fours like a good ole cow. No.