Just like their wedding. White and red roses, her bouquet smelt sweet, her dress was pretty, he had watched her walk up the aisle a look of love in hi...s eyes, her heart filled with happiness. ‘I’m leaving you……’ He played golf each Saturday and Sunday. Gone all day, leaving her to sit in the big house, the tidy house, the silent house, the pristine house. All alone. ‘I’m leaving you……’ He had met the woman there. At the club. She played golf. She was young, he had told her that she was young,. E. lying through their gritted teeth.) So it was that I had already begun to cast about in dread for a some sort of excuse to leave the audience even before the children trooped on stage. Maggie, as always seemed quite oblivious to the impending cacophonic workshop and sat with shining eyes as she awaited the show like a mother. She actually sternly told me to sit still, just like the old days.I raised my eyebrows at the tone of her voice and she immediately smiled her assurance that she was. Melody said softly, ‘Come here and sit.’ She got on her knees behind me and pressed her warm tits into my back. Her fingers were busy in my hair. ‘Scott, we don’t have to do anything. I’m a terrible flirt sometimes, and everything about you and your grandmother and the tenants and my living here just set me off.’ I worked her around to my front and straddled her legs across mine. ‘I’m engaged to Sharon, but she says I can be shared. She and Maggie told me after lunch they were going to invite. Brigit smiled, "That's true, We have a wide leeway on what we can do here and have plenty of time if we want it. That's why we like to volunteer for duty like this. Now I know you have many questions you want to ask us, so go ahead." John gulped and wanted to speak but stopped himself,. Brigit noticed his look, and said to go ahead and ask his question. "I'm, wer'e all," he stumbled, "wondering ah, what exactly your'e going to do, with us." Both women laughed and Brigit smiled warmly.