Miles looked at the shards of glass one more time, and ambled up the stairs. He dumped the contents of a jug bottle on his bed and started to sort the...change. He’d need it for tomorrow’s poker game. Miles spent Thursday testing the grapes, checking his fermenting white wines, and cleaning the place up for the poker party. Jimmy came early, and took over the kitchen to prepare food to munch on. Knowing Jimmy’s preference for southwestern style foods, Miles had purchased ample fresh tomatoes,. It wasn'tthat loud and didn't sound like it was meant for me."What?" I asked."Nothing?" Rose said. CHAPTER TWENTY ONEI'd heard it. I also understood what it meant. I wanted toask but didn't dare. I would have for her sake but fearedasking for mine. It was an act on my part... Most of it.Not all of it though, and I'd realized that when I'd pickedup that pink bear.I'd picked that pink bear up on purpose. It seemed to fitwhat I was wearing. It also seemed to fit how I wasfeeling. Why I picked it. I chalked it up to Barbara just not being that much of a sexual person. Everything else in our lives was good so I didn't make much of it. Fast forward about 8 years and Barbara seems to be turning a corner sexually. During sex she seems to be more engaged, which gets me going and then more times than not I cum too quickly and disappoint. Barbara seems to understand initially but over time begins to get frustrated. She had an old school catholic upbringing and would never entertain any oral sex. Pam must have been thinking the same thing."Not to change the subject, guys, but WOW," she said, indicating the space around her. "What do you do for a living, anyway, Todd? How do you afford all this?"He grinned. "Forgot you guys didn't know." He named a best-selling mystery writer we had both heard of. "That's my pen name. I write."We were both duly impressed! I knew from what I read on his BBS that he was very, very good at writing. "So anyway," he said, "back to this party idea..." I love.