I wouldn’t argue with a wizard or Santa Clause,” John said. He thought about the last person in the house. He added, “I’m very sorry for your ...oss.”“He was a drunk. He caused the fire that almost killed my babies. I loved him, but I’m mad as hell at him.”“It’s hard to carry such mixed emotions around with you.” John didn’t really know what to say. He chose the course of action that seemed best. He suggested, “Would you mind standing up?”She hesitated and then stood. John stepped close to her. Aren't I supposed to be the adult? she asked herself.Well, Patrick shared some of the blame. Lani had tried to enlist his support but he refused to take her seriously. The more the woman thought about the situation the more blame she heaped on her husband. By the time he got home from the driving range Patrick was in deep trouble."How did the morning go, honey?" Patrick said as he rummaged through the refrigerator looking for a snack."Oh, fine," Lani answered. "Danny made a pass at me again, he. But a surprise..She was still holding the bottle. He appraised and decided. Well, I’ve never had it served like that before.. Eyes narrowed, a question? He came close and looked at her.. Dripping with the freezing bubbles.. Hair, eyelashes even the tip of her nose. She stayed still as he, approached he slowly, ran a finger along her collar bone, dipping into the tight crease of her cleavage, collecting the golden droplets and offered her mouth his finger. This was unexpected.. But not. As I quickly contemplated indulging in anal sex with Suzy, I was aware that I had only experienced this often frowned upon practice, once in my life. Although I’d always wanted to, I’d never requested this with girlfriends before Rosalind, and early on in our relationship Rosalind’s nymphomaniac tendencies encouraged me to ask. It was a flat refusal though, “No way, it’s not what your bumhole’s for, it’s disgusting,” she had insisted, and that was that. She later confessed that a previous.