” I sobbed, “It’s true. You’re so gorgeous. I didn’t mean it to be so obvious. I promise I will…..” I didn’t get chance to finish.Carl...a’s hand moved from resting on top of my knee and slowly slid between them. At the same time she rolled her chair closer until our chairs were side by side. She put her other hand on the side of my face and smoothed away the tears.“Don’t cry.” She said softly as she lowered her face towards me and placed her sweet lips on mine.My whole body melted. My lips opened. "That so?" he said, hitting me across the face with the loose glove, a very loud and stinging crack. He then put his fingers into it. It had thick seams. He pulled both gloves tight and smiled at me."Knew her father," I said, tasting blood.He hit me in the mouth, the chest, the eye, the gut and the face again; five very fast blows and all well delivered, three lefts and two rights, a grunt of effort with each. The shock of the attack was very surprising and it took a while for the pain to. I was immediately relieved…then a bit uncomfortable. I wasn’t looking down at a set of divorce papers…I was looking down at a printed copy of ‘We’ll Always Have Atlanta’ one of the stories that I wrote and have posted on Literotica. I’ve been writing and posting to Literotica for a few years now, but my wife had no idea…at least she hadn’t had any idea. I sat there looking down at the table not sure what to say or do. Was she mad? I couldn’t be sure. Finally, in a soft tone, she asked me if I. Uh, I think she means a voracious appetite. I can certainly attest to that, as can all of us here."A look crossed Ada's face as her eyes fell on the tray sitting on the coffee table. Seeing the look, Arlene and Diana both broke out in laughter. "We brought you two of our best steaks along with two baked potatoes. That should hold you for a couple of hours," Diana said with a chuckle.Arlene motioned toward the small refrigerator in the corner of the bar. "Jennie brought in extra food when she.