I’ll pay for dinner. I want the four of us to talk. She shouldn’t know I’ll be there. This is important to me and I think important to the two o... you, too.’ ‘How about we go to El Patio? Mom likes that restaurant.’ ‘Tonight about six thirty?’ ‘Yes! We’ll be there.’ ‘It would be best if Grandma doesn’t even know where you’re going.’ ‘Gotcha!’ At four the phone rang. I answered and Marie said, ‘So what’s your answer?’ ‘Hello. My answer is that I’d like to meet with your Bishop before agreeing to. I was quivering in anticipation, hoping he would loosen his grip. Finally he moved his hands back, strongly holding my butt. I just parted my legs for a bit, and that marvellous tongue slipped exactly where I wanted it. I was holding his head firmly between my legs, moving my hips back and forth. Oh don't stop, let me slide on your tongue, faster and faster. I couldn't hold myself any longer and my whole body starts shaking in strong orgasmic pulses. In one movement, he pulled down his jeans. “I think you can tell pretty well. You’ve already got my nipples up. But, you mean about last night. I feel great.”“Was he good?” her husband asked.“Oh yes, love. He was good, he was different, he made me come a whole lot. How about you? Did it go all right?”“Sure. I mean, she was as eager and into it as you were. We’ve known these guys a long time. We know them and trust them. I almost think it was just a matter of time before this happened.”“You up for the next step?”“I am if you are.”“Well. " Inside there is only one drawing. It's the blonde from the park. She's lying on a divan, nude, looking frankly at me as if welcoming a lover. Then I see the divan, under the skylight. A sheer scrim lets the amazing light in, the soft breeze, the muffled sounds of the city. There isn't anywhere else to sit, so I go over and sit on the very edge. The woman in the drawing seems to smile faintly at me. The artist returns with tea. Fine alabaster china. A couple of little cucumber sandwiches. Had.