Suzanne saw me walk in and breathlessly told Adrian to slow down for a minute.“Oh my God, you are amazing,” she moaned, “but I think my husband ...ants to say hi.”The woman fingering herself stopped and looked up. Her lips were full and wet. Very hot. I walked in and offered my hand to Adrian and introduced myself.“Hey, I’m Mike. The husband. I see you have met Suzanne and it looks like she is giving you a proper welcome.” I looked at the woman, “Hey. Nice to meet you. Welcome.”They both kind of. I teetered on the edge of want and discretion, and finally stuffed the box in my shirt pocket. Time for the daily mental ritual: “Set your sights on the first good thing. So, what the fuck is it? Mail! Just after breakfast, there’s mail!” Had she read my last poem to her, I wondered? Had she written something for me? We had settled into a pleasant pattern of writing each other poetry. She loved words, and loved the music of poetry. She had first cajoled me. Then she pleaded with me. Finally I. .. friend of the twins."Those twins in those French Maid outfits were cute as buttons." That was Stan's idea," commented Mandy. "At least that's what Maggie told me."Stan. That man is a genius. He has helped Bob and me over many a hurdle. Even this house was his suggestion."He had told us to go look at it. When we told him we thought it had potential, he made a couple of suggestions about improvements and then there was no way we could not buy it."The house was purchased using money my father's. Or it could have just been her laughter."Cute only goes so far, I need a personality to go with it." Doth lady demandeth too much" I flash a smile toward her to ensure my joking intent was received. More laughter, I can get used to this. Deciding this was way more interesting than the others in the bar, I sit up and swivel so I am facing her. Damn, is she sexy.Extending my hand out I say "My name is John. But you can call me Tramp." Instantly getting the reference, she accepts my hand and says.