From the patio doorway Scott called out, “Can you believe it? I got all the way to the store and realized I didn’t have my wallet with me. Tomorro...’s Saturday, so I’ll go get some wine and beer for the weekend tomorrow.”Amy looked over at her husband and said, “That’s OK, Scott. I think we’ll be fine with what we have at the house until then.”The three of them spent the rest of the evening, lounging, swimming and drinking wine before they called it a night.As Amy started her shower to get ready. He investigated getting more disk space. No matter how big of a disk he got, he would always be running out of storage space. He cleared out some space on his hard drive and launched a new search, this time to identify a means to reduce the drain on his resources. His software chugged along slowly pulling together the information he needed.Although he would readily admit that he couldn’t program his way out of a wet paper bag, he could write a pretty mean command script. He downloaded. . we, did it again, huh?” I commented as she pulled me in for a deep tongue kiss.“Oops?” Mom did her best Britney Spears impression, given that she was naked and had twenty years or so on the pop diva.It wasn’t bad, actually. It was certainly cute and sexy in its own way, full of the vulnerability of my dear mother in her dying days. She wouldn’t have too many more days where she could even attempt to enjoy herself sexually, due to her rapidly growing cancer. I thought of that and my emerging. We collaborated on a dinner, chicken with all the trimmings, and I ordered, “All diets suspended for the day.”I kept the house warm, in deference to her insistence on nudity, so I was in shorts and a t-shirt too, as I carved the chicken and we helped ourselves to roast potatoes, Brussels sprouts, carrots, parsnip, gravy and bread sauce. As we ate I could hardly keep my eyes off my companion.“You’re staring at me,” she said, with a smile.“I know. I can hardly keep my eyes off you; you’re very.