He drove home cursing traffic all the way.The time to travel arrived. He flew up. The meeting went well with his team negotiating a four point reducti...n in costs over the next three quarters. They went to dinner and eventually wrapped everything up close to 10:00 p.m. Ronnie went back to his hotel, but wasn’t sleepy. He decided to text Moe.-Hey Moe. I’m bored.-Sup cuz?-Bored like I said-Where u at-Downtown-U staying wit me this weekend. Want me to scoop u now?-Don’t you have to work in the. ."I did as instructed, placing the clothe between my legs, trying to hold it and tie the two front strings to the back two strings on the rear. It was a struggle the other side went easier. It fit. Sort of. I looked in her mirror and twisted to see my ass. It was covered. Barely. I was sure if I moved wrong the crack of my ass could be seen. But for now it was covered. The cheeks of my ass of course were exposed on either side of the triangle. But the effect was pleasing. I turned to check out. "Brenda stared at him as if he had spoken in tongues. Greg's accent, although not Cockney was of London, and Brenda's ears weren't attuned to his Estuary English glottal stops and vowel splits.I translated his question into the generic Northernspeak which I used. Although London born my family had moved up North when I was twelve and I, chameleon-like, soon blended into the local dialect. Little trace remained of my childhood speech patterns."Is he a Londoner, then?" Brenda asked.I nodded. ". "I don't have any small forks..." as she had a large onethat could have been a serving fork back home in her hands."Did Mommy leave one in my diaper bag?" I didn't think to look, let me check!" I watched her check a fewcompartments before standing up and saying, "Yes she did, my daughteris a very good mommy it turns out!"I smiled at her. "Of course she is - she has a good one too!"I was able to eat the lunch on my own and had some smallconversations with both of them as lunch progressed. Just.