“Child trying to eat here!”“Eat?” Colyn laughed at his son. The boy was growing like a weed, tall and thin. He was at that in-between age, not...quite a boy anymore but not yet a man either. Colyn’s laugh turned into a chuckle at the boy’s unkempt auburn hair. “Eating implies chewing and swallowing. You’re not eating. I swear you just dropped that last sausage link straight down your throat and into your gullet.”“I have to hurry,” Gesper remarked, shoveling more food into his mouth. He made a. “For the last time, I’m not the right person for this. You get yourself a hooker or anybody else…”“You’re in, honey. And it’s not up to you to decide about whether you’re out, right or whatever else… But you want to fight? Alright, let’s go for it. Let’s take her over there…” and at his words, Tim, Jeremy, Keith and Nick grabbed me by my arms, legs, hair, neck.. and walked me over near the fireplace, where a very big mattress and pillows around it were neatly arranged. They pulled me down onto. We'd both been out at Christmas parties and the tequila (mine) and the wine (yours) was making us both a little sleepy. It was less awkward this time, partly because of the alcohol we'd both consumed and partly because of the darkness, I've always felt more at home in the night.You liked my shoes, you said as I leant over and slipped them off slowly, your eyes following my movement as my dress gaped to show a little cleavage. I hung my coat over the back of the chair and you got your first full. The other night he even broached the idea of making his living as a farmer. I had to be careful about discouraging him; he’s so happy that I can’t bring myself to tell him how little he’s getting in the grand scheme of things. Even subsistence farming isn’t really possible for one man alone, not even one as strong and industrious as Hugo.I’m in the kitchen brewing up some tomato sauce for the freezer—I’ll be damned if we’ll sell all of it—when I hear somebody drive up. I’ve been doing just.