’ ‘Wait until you’ve tasted it before you thank me.’ Marie forgot how much she loved the smell of a real breakfast. And she loved the sound o... cooking, the sizzling and the scrape of the turner in the frying pan. Her breakfasts were always simple and fast: a bowl of cereal, a slice of toast, maybe a little fruit. The simpler the meal, the less likely she was to ruin it. Having a roommate competent at cooking would definitely prove to be an asset. ‘Done,’ he announced. She heard the scrape of. One was tanned and had a woman on his arm, nestled against his chest while she watched the dancing patrons longingly. The other was pretty, a man worthy of a modeling career.Game face on.I sauntered up to them, and the pretty man glanced up at me. “Good evening, gentlemen,” I said sweetly.“We don’t need any girls,” he grunted before his companion could stop him. The tanned man jumped to his feet, but I held a hand up.“If you weren’t aware, sir, this isn’t that kind of club.” I grinned as he. I just sat there, sipping my iced tea, smiling, waiting for his brain to catch up with his mouth. Brad was looking at Chris and me with a confused expression on his face. Then, his eyes lit up as he realized what was happening. I saw his mouth open and then close abruptly when Jennifer covered it with her hand. ‘Are you pregnant?’ Chris finally managed to ask. I scooted my chair away from the table and turned toward him. Leaning forward, I took both of his hands in mine and looked deep into. ”“OK. Now I’m confused. You said that you think the husband and wife should share the duties, but you let Anala do them. Why?”“Because it makes her happy and I want her to be happy. Just like I want you to be happy.”“Oh,” Penny said, not sounding convinced.Anala came into the sauna just then, and I looked appreciatively at her golden-brown body with the perfect triangle of black pubic hair, and thought about resuming our relationship later in the month. And for the first time, I wasn’t sure I.