" Exactly." So where did your interest in Swing come from." As I said I heard a lot of Rock then, for the reasons I mentioned, but I didn't buy Rock m...sic. I bought Classical. You know Tchaikovsky, Rachmaninov, and Beethoven. Stuff like that." I am sure you didn't boast about that. That would be a complete ugh, as far as girls were concerned."I laughed. "Yes you are right. I got some very funny looks when I mentioned it."The waiter arrived with the wine and of course wanted to go through the. Beside it was a glass summerhouse, further up the lawn a path led to hedges which neatly framed a rose garden. The nine acres beyond which the house had been named after was a large stretch of woodland, now swallowed up by the night. The house was half a mile from the nearest village, it was there she had stood at the altar only days before and exchanged vows with a man she barely knew. And now she was Emily Featherstone, wife of Toby, the son of a famous architect who had built grand designs. Bethany whistled her approval as Marianne came down the stairs to start the laundry. With a bright smile the mother of two continued with her chores with a newfound appreciation for the world and she was eager to spread her joy around."Thank you Beth," Marianne said as her daughter came into the laundry room and helped sort the clothes."Guess you really needed it." Bethany began as she gave her mother an appraising stare."What do you mean?" Marianne asked pausing in her duty, a pair of her. Muriel was in the back.Muriel broke the tension. “You weren’t really going to give me to the girl were you?” she said revealing that she was upset.“I merely thought she could assist you with the fitting of your new toy, nothing more. I thought you might enjoy it,” said Laura“Myles gave me all the help I needed, and I can hardly wait for his cock. I’m going to fill my prescription for birth control tomorrow.” Muriel said this to hurt Laura, but Laura did not take it in that way, in fact she.