I guess she felt safer with a wimp rather than a man.”I couldn’t take his bullshit anymore. “Well thanks for the beer.” And I left him sitting...there with a shit eating grin on his face.As I got up and stomped toward the kitchen I saw Lily looking our way through the kitchen window. She had her hand over her mouth and had a worried look on her face. At least she looked worried to me and a little edge of doubt snaked into my mind.I found my friends Kevin and Greg standing by the beer cooler. Their breathing was off-kilter. Parents. It was a part of the ploy, or the prank. Which, they were about to discover. Looking upon an older version of yourself is more difficult than a younger version. Humanity has perfected photographs and memories are in reverse, not forward. So as Marty and Victoria approached the table and saw their older selves, they were worried and awestruck and cautious. Martin waved them toward the table, and felt his mind racing. What was going on in his head? Was he. “You’re definitely his type.”“I think it’s the smile,” Joe explained. “It’s very genuine.”Opal nodded and smiled, illustrating what Joe said. “I should go.”“Understood.”“Don’t forget us,” Celia said.Opal giggled and dashed off.Opal’s performance was good, if a bit of the rookie. She could move. Probably trained in ballet or modern dance. But the seductive tease wasn’t quite there.When Joe and Celia moved to sit beside the stage, it didn’t surprise Joe when Lionel stopped him. “I’m not going to. " She saidas she entered his meticulously clean and organized home."Well I do have a good sissy maid that does my housework; I believe youhave met her, Roberta, Brenda's sissy cuck husband." Yes I have. So you are pleased with his ah her work?" Oh yes there is nothing quite like a sissy cuck husband to be yourmaid, they are so interested in doing a great job. And of course it isto their advantage to do so and much to their disadvantage not to." Hesmiled at her and asked. "So what brings you.