Rina was standing back, clearly in shock at the greeting I’d been tendered.“I’m sorry, okay. But I am also angry,” she said. “I did what you...wanted before and now . . .”I didn’t utter a word to her, but Rina did; finally taking the initiative.“Are we welcome or not,” said Rina. “If you’re going to continue to be an asshole, we’ll just go,” she said.“No, no, stay. It’s his daughter’s wedding not mine. So stay,” she said.“Then get out of the way, and let us go inside,” said Rina. I was surprised. So I told Becky to spend some time with her grandmother, and we could be alone when she goes to her bridge club or on Friday evening when she's with her church sisters.Tuesday rolled around. One of Patty's friends came to pick her up for her weekly bridge game. I knew she'd be gone for a few hours. I waited about 10 minutes making sure they didn't drive back.Becky was sitting on the couch. "Okay baby. what do you want to do?" Without hesitation, she tugged on my shorts, pulling me closer, as. But while in the rain locker, I'm thinking about my friend, and what I want to do; and it goes like this, we go down to his boat. We get below and he brings out the stuff to smoke; we each take a big hit, exhale, then another. In a moment we are rushing at warp speed, and I accidently touch him on the leg, and he grabs my hand (we're sitting side by side in the small boat cabin) and pulls it into his lap and moves it back and forth across the front of his jeans. I stop that motion, and I grab. John was also extremely attractive, but in a more brooding way, he spoke little but when he did he had a slightly accented and deep voice that made my knees tremble a little. His thick, grey hair didn’t detract from his strong, handsome features the most striking of which were the piercing blue eyes which had so recently been quietly undressing me.By silent, but mutual consensus it was time to go upstairs. To avoid an awkward lift journey I went to use the bathroom and said I would meet them.