“Sorry Cat,” I replied, “As much as I’d like to, I better not.” She stuck out her lower lip in a faux look of sadness. I smiled and sauntere... off to the bedroom. I slipped into bed beside my wife of fourteen years. As I pressed myself up against her, she moaned softly and then I listened as her deep raspy breath turn into a snore. Well crap! I was horny and she was out like a light. I turned on to my side. I tried to put our baby-sitter out of my mind, but the more I tried and the louder my. We were going to do this all over again for just family and friends tomorrow at the house. Lisa and Mom had made plenty and separated it into two equal portions. All those refrigerators came in handy.Friday morning Frank called to ask if he could bring a couple of friends and acquaintances with him and his wife."Sure, we have plenty of food," I replied. And we did; Lisa, Mom and we girls had cooked more of anything we thought we would be short on. The guests were going to carry home leftovers. She went over to a kiosk and typed his drink order into it. She then headed off to another table.After five minutes, she returned with his beer. While putting it on the table, she said, “What would you like?”“The porterhouse steak, a baked sweet potato with butter and sugar and cinnamon, and a regular salad with thousand island dressing,” Dexter answered.The waitress scribbled his order down on a pad of paper, then asked, “Any appetizers?”“No, thank you,” Dexter said.She grabbed the menu out of. Clark" he said brightly with a smirk on his face. "Did you lose your way home last night?" His face had the look of a kid who caught Mama kissing Santa Claus. Marie stammered, trying to think of something to say that would make this awkward situation go away. She was not aware that he was even home. Jim had not explained why they entered through the garage last night, she just thought it was the fastest way to get upstairs. Robby moved closer to the older woman. "Damn, Mrs Clark, you sure have.