"Now what kind of biscuit doyou want?" Mary, please..." No discussion, Jim. You'll do as I say or you'll be looking for a newplace to live. And lookin... for a new job too, unless you're man enoughto handle a lot of embarrassment. Which by appearances, I tend todoubt."I hung my head in shame."What kind of biscuit?" I don't think I want one. I'm not hungry." I was too embarrassed to behungry.She grinned. "Probably just as well. We should have you on a diet now, Isuppose. Got to maintain that. “Okay, so I’m going to aim this at you.”That made her open her eyes. “Don’t you dare!”I just shrugged noncommittally. Marilyn sat down again, and I very carefully opened the bottle up. The cork popped loudly and flew around the cabin, but it didn’t foam and fizz everywhere, so I took that as a success. I poured the champagne into the glasses she held, and then set the bottle into a very convenient holder on the side of the cabin. One of these days I’d be able to afford a plane of my own, and it. My mil felt a bit of guilt and left. That night my sister in law called up and said she won’t be coming. Now I got a chance I knew this is the day and this is time. Tonight I had to fuck the bitch. It was about 10:00pm. I went out of my house and removed the fuse of room. I came back MIL said current is gone. I told her I have to take bath before I sleep. I asked her I need to favor can u light a candle for me and stay near the door holding it for me. She hesitated first, but I convinced her.. This was such a good choice.”“Irene -- I know I said lightning never strikes twice...”“You said that regarding Julie.”“Right. Since you’ve moved in I’ve been feeling more and more that it has struck a second time.”“Oh, no,” she replied. “You’re not going to use the L-word. Tell me you aren’t.”“I don’t like the L-word ... because I think it’s too ambiguous.”“What do you mean?”“For example, I can say, I love oranges. Then, what do I do with an orange? I rip its skin off, tear it apart and eat it.