Other than dinner, nothing else really happened that night. Very exciting. The next day however, I asked Eddie curiously, “do you guys have a new su...ervisor at work?” He replied to me, “same guy since you left. But hey guess what, Matt is a supervisor in training now! We should celebrate!” Without considering that information whatsoever, I told him, “What? No way! Yeah I’m down. Let’s do something this weekend.” So after congratulating Matt and talking to them about a celebration, the plan. I am not changing what I told you. I’ll make the offer when I come back. As promised. With no reservations. I have no problem with you being my life partner. None.”“Do you really mean that? Really? No reservations? What did I just hear? Possible futures. Plural. That was a reservation! I think deep down there’s something really bugging you about us. Can you tell me what you were thinking?”I had hoped to talk to Melanie about this first, but there was no reasonable way around this. Jennifer knew. They seemed to be more like ragged slits than neat little circles. And they were all over the body. Obviously, this had been done by a person who was out of his or her fucking mind. Instead of closely spaced neat little groupings located around the heart or chest, there were bullets everywhere. He looked like he'd been shot by a person with no motor control who just put bullets everywhere.I counted at least eight or nine wounds. It made me think about that line from that Chris Rock standup. Friday night drinks turned into Friday night fumbling when they went to bed but Becky simple moved slightly so his erection had no where to go and waited for him to fall asleep before getting back into the spoon position and falling asleep herself.Saturdays were a sleep in morning in the household but Becky was awake early and using her fingers on herself to luxuriate in pleasure while the warmth of his hand on her breast added a little bit to the feeling.She felt him harden slightly but as his.