“Second cousin marriage is not a problem, legally.”“What do her parents say?” asked my father.“They’re all for it,” I said.“So you’v... told them,” said my mother.“Cassie did,” I said.“And when was this?” I heard stress in my mother’s voice.I had to think, but didn’t want to take the time to add up days to be exact.“A week or so ago,” I estimated.“June didn’t call me.” Now there was clear danger in my mom’s voice.I hadn’t thought of that. I punted.“We asked her not to. I felt like I should be the. But life in the little town wasn't entirely idyllic. There were a couple of incidents that marred the newcomer's hope for a quiet, peaceful, anonymous life.The first one was about a month after Valerie, the waitress, had been fired. About eleven o'clock one night, she knocked on his door, arousing him from a sound sleep. It took him a few seconds of staring at her to recognize who she was."Valerie? What is it? What are you doing here?"Even in the dim light, he could see that she was either. Jarrod had more than enough stamina for both of them.Lia laid on the bed and spread her legs wide. Jarrod grabbed the slim woman's hips and lifted her body until her pussy was aligned with his cock. The massive phallus was even thicker than Drueta's fists and just seemed too big to fit.But this was not Lia's first time and after a little pushing, his phallus penetrated her. The bewildered woman screamed in bliss as Jarrod entered her body, almost splitting her in half. Then he began ravishing. For sweet there was a traditional plum pudding with white sauce, also cooked by him. The wine was a very tasty red which she did not recognise, called Barolo, which David explained was one of his favourites and which, as he put it, “could stand up to the red cabbage”.“Do the Lisboa serve it then?” she asked, made bold by three glasses.“Of course not,” he answered, “The Lisboa is a Portuguese restaurant and this is a wine from northern Italy. I was lucky to get this, ottanta due is the very best.