I was about to go and take a quick shower. Anyway, since you are already here, why dont you let me fix you up a quickie meal for you. It wont tale lon... really–I promise, Dicking. He looks at me with pleading and imploring eyes. No, Bitch. Dont fix anything for me please. But why, dear? You are really and heavily tired. Dont deny it please because you have already confessed this to me. Besides, I can easily and clearly tell it. Its not that, sweetie. You see, I had a snack at Dannys shortly. The smörgåsbord, a Swedish word for buffet ... but not really. Smörgåsbord is buffet writ large. In Sweden ... it's amazing.Finland has lingonberry jam and it's widely used to accompany a variety of dishes, from meatballs and pancakes to porridge and black pudding (blodpudding). Unlike Finland, in Sweden it is rarely used on bread. Many Swedes grow up picking lingonberries in the forest, and using these tiny tart red fruits to make a jam-like preserve.At the restaurang (restaurant) we had. We do have great sex and I am very satisfied to this day, so why complain?Well, one day in 1983... It was the spring of our third year of graduate school and Diane had three days of vacation coming. She was going to combine those three days with a weekend and visit an old girlfriend in the northern part of the state. Her friend, Cathy, was divorced, with no children and managed an equestrian summer camp on the shores of a small lake. Diane had planned to help Cathy and the staff prepare the. "He's extending his hand. Shake it, stupid. No, it might be a trick policemen use to put the handcuffs on you before you know what they're doing.His hand felt strong. "I'm Lester's father. I spoke to him this morning. He told me about the dance lessons you've been giving him. I wanted to thank you for taking an interest in him. Apparently, the dance was a tremendous success. He seemed happy with the way it turned out."Let go of his hand, stupid. "You're ... Lester's father?"What must he think.