..”“O’Dell! My last name is O’Dell.” Kendi just couldn’t contain herself.“Sorry, but I have been waiting almost my whole life to say tha...t.”More sniffles and tears.“I have your reservation here. Oh! It’s a wedding! Congratulations! Please follow me.”We followed and were led to a small side room and Stan and I pulled out our wives’ chairs before seating ourselves. A server came in and gave us menus and took our drink orders.“It would seem that you have a very happy wife, Mick.”“Lita, it would. It sent no thrills of pleasure through her. She spit his stuff into her hands. With David, it had been a deluge that she had tried to swallow, and she had been in ecstasy.Of course, William was thankful and appreciative. He congratulated Linda on her initiative. That was nice. She’d hoped the act would bond them and get her mind off David. Instead, while William offered polite appreciation to his wife, Linda’s mind went to the sperm in her womb. She just knew David’s little swimmers were in. She never smiled and didn’t speak much when she and Luke visited. Resentment pricked Doreen’s insides when she thought of Luke choosing that sour-faced snob over his own blood. But he’d chosen Doreen now, and that had to count for something. Despite all that had happened, she was lucky. Lucky to have an uncle who wasn’t shooting dope, wasn’t in jail, wasn’t dead. An uncle who cared enough to take her in. Doreen was thankful she’d turned eighteen last month. She knew if she were still a minor. I put on some black and hot pink lingerie, black fishnets and black heels. We put our red Ikea futon down in our living room, our Christmas tree blinking in the backround. He showed up around midnight. He was a typical white marine, with the marine haircut. Blonde hair blue eyes, seemed to have a decent body. We introduce ourselves and we all sit on the futon. His name is Dustan, turns out he's a paramedic for the Navy and married with kids. "I have to go pee real quick" I say"Mind if I suck.