.. if you tell me what else happens when people 'play house'."She colored even more brightly than she had before. Haltingly, she answered my question...."They hug and kiss... and... touch each other... between the legs." You'd like to try that yourself, wouldn't you!" I said knowingly.She nodded, a bit reluctantly, carried along by my enthusiasm. My fingertips found her nipples again."Then why don't you and I play house?"She was so tempted. I could feel it. I put my hands on her hips. She still. I asked her “ what the hell is this? are you not going? What is this get up? Don’t you have some clothes for the occasion? Do you have jeans and T-shirt’ she was surprised on series of questions and on my concern and nodded smilingly “yes I have”.I told her “then go and change and have some lipstick too”. This was a surprise for her but I told her that it is picnic and she should be in a dress accordingly. She went to her bedroom and opened her ward robe I followed her too. I picked the light. ” she said.Everyone nodded. Luca was the only one that knew she remembered everything.“Anything that could be helpful?” Tom asked.“I am afraid not. Just a lot of things I went through with Sonny.” she shrugged.‘Good cover.’ Luca thought, as he looked at her. But he knew the real reason and it was breaking his heart.“Maybe you should go rest.” Connie walked up to her.“No. I want to go visit what remains of the restaurant.”“What?” That was resonated in unison.“I just need to get away from here. I. She told him he looked spiffy in his new suit. He drove them to the next town fifteen miles away snd stopped ata Chinese restaurant that featured what he said was a fabulousbuffet. The next night she made supper for the three of them. He metHilda and she was impressed with him. He complimented her on hercooking ability, asking about the recipe she used, saying he mightwant to add that to his menu. When she had eaten at his supper club and she told him thestuffed tenderloin made from her.