I waited helplessly, bound by their rules that I may never contact them, and now never was starting to feel like too damn long. Then my doorbell rang....I got up from the sofa, walked to the door, praying that it would be one of my two new lovers. I stood at my front door, relaxed, took a breath and then calmly opened the door. “You’ll be at our house for dinner tonight,” said Anna as she stood in my doorway looking sexier then I’d ever imagined her.Anna continued, “We are having another couple. Tunes flow out from the small speaker on the windowsill. Still one of his favourite songs, always make him smile, always makes him think of her smile.He hears the sound of her keys in the door. He is on his back on the sofa, a cold beer on the table. He almost drifted off for a bit. The smell of lasagne in the oven, the evening light through the window, the music. This is his paradise, his garden of Eden. This is the forbidden fruit.“Daddy…” She sighs when she walks into the room. “I know,. "Oh, there is nothing more gratifying than the fact that I can get my thirty-five-year-old husband hard and get him off without missing a beat. It always feels so hot for like two seconds, and just turns ice cold immediately after that," I told him, standing up. "And there is nothing more you could ask for, babe."I brought both of my hands to my melons and rubbed in his seed. "Who says having two kids slows a happily married couple down?" No one, come here."I came to the side of him and sat. "What do you want?" Can I clock out?" Is everything full in the dining room?" the manager asked."No, sir," John answered. "I was 'sposed to go home at ten and-" What's the hurry, John?" Todd asked. "You got a hot date with another emo boy? You emo boys kiss and make out, right?" No," John answered sharply. As if I could be that lucky, he didn't add. John wasn't even sure that he was even really emo. He dyed his hair black, but he didn't wear the classic emo cut. He wore his hair kind of long.