“Actually, I proposed to him,” I replied. That part they didn't seem to be in love with honestly. “You proposed?” Jim asked me in a weird tone... “Yes, we both love each other, so really why does it matter? We both said we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together even before we talked about kids. So it doesn't matter which one of us proposed,” I replied. We all talked for hours about both pregnancies and the fact that I proposed to him. It was more of an issue than they wanted to admit, but. Wine and hamburgers just isn’t classy. That, and the fruit flies are easier to keep out of a container with a smaller mouth. We swapped stories while we were eating–mostly the standard fair, and thankfully staying away from anything blatantly embarrassing from my childhood. Dad was finishing a fishing story about Tom Baines when I spoke up about seeing Tom and Betty that day. ‘Oh we know,’ Mom said. ‘You do?’ ‘We saw them at Steve and Mary’s place. They dropped by just when we were leaving.. “But wasn’t she just spying on us having sex?” “Maybe she didn’t see anything.” “Well, if that’s the case,” he grinned while turning and grabbing her small breasts. “She can watch us now.” “I don’t think so,” Carol tried to impose as she seemed to be losing the battle to stay in control especially when he lifted her small breasts and started sucking on the large nipples. “But I’m feeling horny again,” he smiled when putting his hand between her thighs and pushing a finger into her obviously. I wouldn't have been able to take the sneer that was sure to follow. To be despised after the gift of her smile would have hurt too much. All the same, I couldn't help look over at her whenever I got the chance. I even thought about taking a snap with my phone but decided that would be too sad. Best not be reminded of what is out of bounds.The sky had been cloudless when I left the house, the air clean and sharp in the cool of the morning, but by the ten-o clock, the wind picked up, bringing.