It was a family restaurant and that, of all things was inexcusable. The word spread quick and all my old regulars started to stager in, hung-over, to ...see me in the mornings. I figured out I hated them and switched to the night-shift. Me and Lily stopped getting ice cream and just started having a drink or two at my place and then we started having breakfast there too. Closing down any place is the same. You count the cash, check the computer, report how much people fucked up, sign a few bags. Then he asked me if I liked the experience, I said I loved it. He asked if I would do anything like that again and I said I would. Hubby asked me if I wanted to go to the lake later, he and Joe had planned to take the boat and fish for a while. I asked him if I could sunbathe while they fished (I needed a little some on my tan) he said sure. I really wanted to be shared again. I told hubby I was going to town to get some sandwich things so we would have something to eat while we at the lake,. "No, Kendall has a privacy curtain." "Did you let him fuck you?" "Yes." "How many times?" "Just twice." "Just twice? What does that mean? Does he sometimes do it more?" As soon as she recognized the implications of how she'd worded her answer Jennifer bit her lower lip and buried her face in her hands. After a moment she quietly said, "Dusty please don't do this." I shook my head. "I have to know." She looked up. "All right. Sometimes Kendall can do it three or four times in an evening." I was. ’ Three hours later Susan arrived at their spacious home. Sam had been in his office moving money around and off shore. Sam moved a large chunk of cash into the small parts vendor that he had bought in Singapore years ago from the proceeds of his father’s estate. That completed, he watched as she walked into his office and said, ‘I am sorry I am late, Darling, but Hartford people were in town and I was entertaining them.’ Sam said nothing and after glancing at her returned his attention to his.