I got her some wine and asked her if she was ready. I told her I had a little dinner and then they could get started. Mandy said that she didn’t th...nk she could eat but would love some wine. Mandy downed her glass and asked for another. I could see the struggle for her get her courage to go through with it. I had purposely asked Sam to wait upstairs to give Mandy some time to get comfortable. Mandy was dressed in jeans and a low cut top that showed off cleavage. I told her how great she looked. So did Uncle James and Uncle Owen. And as far as I know both your uncles and Poppy George are still helping out with now." And probably still helping out with Alison he thought to himself."You mean you're not, daddy?" asked Ricky as he turned to look at his father so that he had each of his children were sitting side-on and cross legged on the couch so that they could both look at him."No son. You're mother and I made promises to each other when we married." What were they daddy?" asked. " I answered back."BosWash corridor? Where exactly is this recital?" Cor asked with a raised eyebrow that I found... stimulating."The Kennedy Center." I answered."The Kennedy Center? In New York City, The Kennedy Center?" She asked with a slight squeak."Yes, tonight is the Julliard Senior Class Spring performance, and a friend of mine is one of the seniors performing this evening." Oh!" Was all she said in response, so I decided to try a little distraction."Tell me. How much did you have to pay. We are on a quiet canal side and the early August evening air is cool around us, our lips fuse together and we hold eachother tight before we break apart breathing heavily. Catching the train back to her apartment we hold hands and giggle, stealing kisses while the scattered handful of male passengers try not to ogle us. The young, attractive bisexual girls kissing as we cuddle closer in our seats. Sophie's legs are over my lap and I teasingly run my hand beneath her skirt, her eyelids flicker.