There was nobody at home. She told me that her kids stay at babysitting place in morning and go for an afternoon session school, and husband comes fro... office late night. He is always so tired, that they rarely have sex. She said that she didn’t have sex for almost more than a year. So now, at her home, we had enough privacy to enjoy.I kept my backpack aside, removed my shoes, and followed her to kitchen. She was going to heat the food. I approached her from back, held her waist, and planted a. She looked very familiar, but I soon found the only thing wrong with her car was it had flooded the engine and she,d have to wait till it cleared itself. With the help of another driver that stopped we managed to push her car onto the shoulder then I invited her to sit in my old Chevy so she could warm up as she was frozen from the bitter wind that drifted the light snow across the surface of the highway. “Thanks ever so much for your help! I should have realised the motor had flooded out, but. White walls, contemporary beach decoration. A Wine fridge sat under a bar against the back wall just under a stairwell that curved with mahogany banisters. A crystal chandelier hung above the front door, and off to the right a darkened room with a cream leather love seat, where Chad and Brenda set Riley down, and two matching recliners. This house smelled of money.“Thank you for taking us in on such short notice, Bruce. It means a lot.” Brenda said exhausted.Riley had never thought to get to. My daydreaming was interrupted by a knock on the door.“Dad, can we host Friendsgiving tomorrow? Jenna is sick, so we can't have it at the Jensens anymore. And now my friends are voting for the house with the hot tub,” Laura stated.“I guess so, sweetheart. How many people is it again?” I responded."I think it's about 24. But don't worry, it’ll all be catered."Well, at least that was a relief. I wouldn’t know where to start if I had to cook for the thing. And if I wasn’t mistaken, Evie was part.