“Congratulations,” I said. “On not having a child.” I laughed a little bit. She smiled.“I actually have to…” She stuck her thumb out at ...er car as if it was a faraway object. I almost interrupted her. Women love it when you almost, but not quite, interrupt them. Wait for them to finish then jump in immediately after the final syllable has exited their lips. It means you have already taken charge of the situation.I said, “612. 568. 2341.”She looked at me. She was in a suspended state. “Um, what. I could hear the music and crowd noises long before I found the entrance. When I got inside, the place was crowded. The music was blaring, and most everybody was dancing. As I dodged and weaved my way to the bar, several people stopped me. They were offering various diversions, chemical and physical. I ignored them and continued on.At the bar, the harried bartender asked, “What’ll it be?”“I’m looking for Tom Olivet.”“Sorry buddy, I serve booze here. Food’s next door and cards are in the back. I had dressed to turn Paul on and it worked like a charm. In some ways, my husband was just as obtuse as Clair because he had never caught on to what had been happening between Paul and me right in front of him every Sunday morning. It really wasn’t much of a party, oh there was plenty of good food to eat but nothing stronger to drink then coffee and Pepsi Cola. After dinner, Clair and my husband started discussing how most people have taken Jesus Christ out of Christmas and how we should be. But he can't really complain, since I'm not his wife anymore."His shaft began to stretch, lengthening and growing rounder, the lovely dark pink head spreading like a meaty blossom. Robbie said, "I guess you want him back with us, as much as I do. so we're just going to have to take the chance that Dad won't freak out about his kid fucking his wife--his ex-wife."Lauralee caressed the expanding meat, realizing that she would never get enough of its sweet hardness and eager beauty, that screwing.