”“Miss Lee, I have not seen you in here since dinner. When did you last eat?” he asked. He looked at her as if she was about to blow away in the...next strong breeze.“Hmm... , Jim and I scoffed some sangas down around 15:30,” she told him.“Tisk ... tisk ... tisk ... you are not looking after yourself. Go ... sit ... I will bring you some special food, courtesy of the Captain and me. You do not want this rubbish. Go ... go...” and she was shooed to a table by Andre’s waving hands.Lee stopped on. Her freshly manicured nails streaked along his muscled back while the heel of her shoe excavated the edge of his ass. Moe grabbed a couple more pictures, a close-up of Kitty and Mr. Smooth lip-locked, and another close-up that featured body parts without the faces. He figured he had enough evidence but decided to stick around for the grand finale. Just then, Kitty’s eyes popped open and looked right in Moe’s direction. Finale or not, it was time for him to scram. Moe never saw it coming. The. I pulled into my property and parked under a huge maple tree.When I got inside the house, I heard jazz echoing off the high walls. Miles Davis' Kind of Blue. The music came from the kitchen. I found my wife, Karen, in there, surrounded by grocery bags, and stirring a pot. The place was a wreak."Karen?" I said."Oh. Hi, Steve," she said.She had on a blue dress with white, lacy trim. It complemented her chocolaty dark skin. She looked like a black Betty Crocker, or maybe it was a young, hot Aunt. "You've got our IM screen names and our email addresses and the address at the new house--as soon as we have a phone put in, we'll call." And you have our cel numbers anyway," Sophie laughed, "and we have all your stuff." And we'll see you at the wedding this summer in any case," Warren reminded them. "By the way, how are things going with that?" It's a bit of a struggle, having to plan it from so far away," Cait told them. They'd be getting married in Rochester, NY, Cait's home town. "But my.