Why me and not your guys over there?” I wasn’t wanting to start a fight.“They are our husbands and they are way too biased for what we need to k...ow,” the blonde answered.“Ok. How can I help you?” I was curious.“Which one of us has the best butt?” The brunette asked.The three of them turned and stood there.“Um, I don’t think I can answer that,” I was in so much trouble.“Why not?” The redhead asked.“Well for one thing I can’t sit here and examine your butts with your husbands over there. I could. This was my life. I knew it and I just had to learn to deal with it. Fuck!The cabbie dropped me home ten minutes later. My digs never seemed so lonely as they did just then. The good news was the place was quiet. I guess it was good news.As I reached for my keys, the kid that had night duty on weekends came up behind me surprising me.“Let me get that for you, sir,” he said. He opened my door for me. “Uh, Mr. Clausen, you have a message.”He handed me a slip of paper. It was from Sammy, he was. Good god, he'd kissed Emily, and holy shit she'd kissed him back. The vivid memory of her lush body in his arms, pressed against him, and her glorious lips opening for him had Josh squeezing his eyes shut and gripping the marble counter until his knuckles were white. He'd woken up that morning eagerly anticipating the ride up. Josh wasn't blind. He sure as hell liked looking at Emily's deliciously curvy body and seeing the mischief in her eyes. He loved watching her wide, supple lips curve up. I was holding Denise’s hand. She sat close to me. As we had arrived she came to my place directly. It was already 4.30 p.m. and I still hadn’t done anything to greet my guests so I asked Denise to set the table as I was getting busy in the kitchen. She didn’t take a long time. I hadn’t taken a note of her being back in the kitchen as she put her arms around me from behind grabbing me closely. I stopped what I was doing and grabbed her hand. I could feel her heart beat. I wasn’t worried about.