“Ryan and Jethà.”“Oh.”“Why, I suppose they must,” said Michael.We continued our conversation as if no interruption had taken place. After...a while, however, I realized that Anne was talking less. I looked over at her to notice that the man beside her was whispering something in her ear. He hadn’t spoken to us at all since intruding. I wanted to ask for his name, but I somehow felt as if it would be rude to interrupt them.Anne laughed, or giggled would be more accurate.“What’s so funny?” I. ." Reilly peered in the window of the side door, but couldn't see any sign of activity from inside, though his wife's Grand Cherokee was still in the garage. He reached for his keychain out of habit, and had sorted through half a dozen keys before he mentally kicked himself. "Ass. It's not your house anymore, remember? You just pay the fucking mortgage." He shook his head at his own stupidity before his gaze rested on the huge flowerpot that contained the ficus tree he and Gladys had. To ogle at the back-seams of her thigh highs. Again waiting for her to move inattentively. Jeanette's 41 inch full-figured hips and behind easily hitch any skirt up to gradually display the top band below bare smooth skin. "I get to choose this time remember mom? " Breathlessly; he went on. "I want to buy a split skirt ..with the split on the on the right side." Unabashedly lusting at her sexiness he confessed,"I'd be done by now." Mom and son both smiled. Entrancingly his mom gripped her. Thank you. My name is Rebekah Miles," the girl said. "My name is Tommy Blakely. Nice to meet you," he said. With the offer made and accepted, the waitress stepped forward again. "Okay you two, what will you have?" she asked. Tommy looked at the menu. "We'll have two double-cheeseburgers, two large fries, and two large sodas," he said. He looked at Rebekah and she just smiled, blushing a bit and looking at him with her head lowered. The waitress smiled too. "I'll get your order in right away,".