’ It wasn’t a rehearsed speech on her part, and she was both surprised and elated that she’d come out with it. ‘You want me to quit drinking? ...s that it?’ His voice was racing toward that belligerent tone she knew all to well. ‘Do you need an excuse? I’ll give you one if you want,’ she shot back. Sometimes she knew him better than he knew himself. Paul shifted on the piano bench. ‘Maybe I can balance the two.’ ‘What two?’ ‘Work and family. Drinking and . . .’ She forced a smile. ‘Please, be. After dinner, we had our usual Sunday-night sauna, though without Gina and Bo. That meant we could dispense with towels.“Come home with me?” Bethany asked quietly after the sauna.“I’d prefer to come by after I get Jessica, if that’s OK with you.”“Sure. If she objects, just call.”“I don’t think she will,” I said.“Good!” Bethany said with a big grin.November 24, 1992, Chicago, Illinois“Thanks for bringing me to the store to get Sonic the Hedgehog 2!” Matthew said.“You’re welcome! But remember, we. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not. Note: If you haven’t already, read the previous chapter of this story. * I had been debating paying a visit to the community pool in hopes of being inspired by a few hot moms in swimsuits but was afraid it would be overrun with little kids. I was crossing the parking. I loved this power. I marveled at it. As he walked into the room that night wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, I sat quietly on the bed in my see-through lace lingerie, unimpressed. ‘Back for more, I see?’ I asked with spite. Jake blushed red. ‘I just enjoy making love to my girlfriend. Is that so wrong?’ I scoffed loudly. ‘You wouldn’t know ‘love-making’ if it bit you in the balls.’ He looked down, thoroughly embarrassed. ‘Shayla…’ I grumbled loudly, sitting up as if I was ready to simply.