He could barely see a portion of his wife’s back while she stood leaning over the hedge presumably speaking to Rex. He could hear her laugh as he bu...toned his shirt. Matt slipped on his socks and sneakers than took another look out on the patio but couldn’t see his wife any longer. He slid the patio screen door open and leaned around the corner. She was gone. Matt went out onto the patio and heard them talking inside his place. He walked back inside figuring they were talking. He started. I opened the parlour door, and well surprised was I at seeing, by the side of a fire half-out, a young gentleman in the old lady’s elbow chair, with his legs laid upon another, fast asleep, and left there by his thoughtless companions, who had drank him down, and then went off with every one but his mistress, whilst he stayed behind by the courtesy of the old matron, who would not disturb or turn him out in that condition at one in the morning; and beds, it is more than probable there were none. Blackbrook of my fantasies. ‘Are dimples a dominant or recessive trait?’ he asked me. What the fuck do dimples have to do with anything? I paused for a moment, trying to remember the answer. Obviously I took too long. ‘A dimple is an indentation on the surface of the skin. They’re most often found on someone’s cheeks. Is the trait for having those dominant, or recessive, Lori?’ ‘Recessive?’ I answered. I figured I had a 50/50 chance. ‘No. It’s dominant. Pay attention. Wow, I guess luck and I. Thankfully I had my favorite boots with me as well. It felt so good not to concentrate on walking with heels anymore. Dennis was waiting for me when I came out. He put an arm around me and we headed for the door. Once again we got a few WTF stares on the way out the door. (Na na,na na,Hey! hey! hey! Goodbye!) Sometimes it’s so good to have a big beautiful woman in my arms. But being bisexual also means sometimes it feels so good to be in the arms of a big strong bear of a man like Dennis. (OH.