“No! Mama Murphy, we talked about this. That junk ... it’s going to kill you.”Mama Murphy chuckled. “Oh, shush, Preston. We’re all gonna die...eventually. She’s gonna need the ‘Sight’. I need to do this. I’ve ‘seen’ it.”“Look, I can program in a comfortable chair for you, it’ll be made in a just a few minutes. But I don’t want you killing yourself to try to help me with the ‘Sight’. It’s not worth it.”“The ‘Sight’ can help you, kid. It always has answers. I know how you’re tied to this place.. Then, seeing her eyes go distant, as though she was thinking something important, I realized that it was likely not possible, (and to forward of me) that she could go out tonight. I quickly started to apologize, but Vivian cut me off with a lovely smile and a slender finger raised to my lips."Tonight will be fine." She purred, her low, throaty voice making my cock twitch. Vivian gave me her address, and asked me to pick her up at 7. I agreed breathelessly, amazed that this sensual, ripe,. The money is much better at the club and the boss doesn't hit on me as much."But I hadn't heard that last part either. I really wasn't hearing anything but the sound of my own enraged voice. It wasn't until later after I had replayed the whole conversation in my mind that I recalled what she said about her boss hitting on her. I became angry at myself for not paying attention at the time she had said it."Why? You said you were good at it?" I asked but no answer was going to placate me.Still. “Another twenty minutes and it’ll be ready,” she said to herself, while giving the sweet potatoes a quick stir. Her husband Hank would be home any minute now, and as was her custom, she always had a hearty meal waiting for him on the table. Even after five years of marriage, Apolonia still got a thrill when her husband entered a room, and she often wondered how many wives could say that!?! Being a good Catholic girl of strict Italian parents, everyone was shocked when she up and married Hank, a.