When I log on to the email portal, I see an email from the guy I promoted in Tampa asking where I want him to travel next. I take a few minutes and lo...k at the top 1% of the restaurant group. I like what I’m seeing out of the Boston group and send him there for the next couple of weeks. I tell him in the email, that I would like him to visit three or four restaurants there and pick one that might be a good candidate for the project. I also asked him to stay at a Pinetree and give me his opinion. I tried to curl my fingers to stop her but she shook her head and straightened them out.She let go just long enough to put the ring on her thumb. “It will be right here for you.”I just stared at her wordlessly.“It will be, Terry, I swear.”She reached up on the coat rack next to the door and pulled down my vest, a vest I hadn’t worn in forty years, and handed it to me. “Whatever happens between Iceman and Gypsy isn’t a problem for us, Terry. It never was and it never will be.”She gave me a long. . ?” said Penelope. Clearly, she had not gotten any info from the Longstreets or the kids.“It’s taken care of. That’s all I want to say. Okay!” I said.“Lee, Grant and I want to do something anything to show you our admiration and all of it,” she said.“Give me back my fatherhood, my singular fatherhood,” I said. “Nothing else matters to me.”“But...” Penelope looked over at her daughter.“Dad. Mom knows what we talked about the last time; I mean last week,” said Zoe. I shrugged.“Okay, so were done. Are you trying to find something love? What is it you want darling? Tell me what you want me to do’, he purred against my thigh as he tipped his head and nipped at the soft flesh there. ‘Nathaniel, if you don’t show me how it feels to have my pussy licked and sucked and nibbled on, I’m gonna scream!!!’ I was withering underneath his body. There wasn’t a nerve fiber not on fire and I needed something. I didn’t know what it was. ‘Nat, please do something. I don’t know what I need anymore. Show.