The manager came by, said hello to my companion which was a regular since her divorce. Very nice Cuban man with the charm required to run the place. ...t was packed and the first round of mojitos came to the table complements of the owner which also played in the band. My neighbor was in her ambiance, she looked happy and seemed happy too. We ate, talked about everything and nothing, drank more mojitos and til that moment I kept thinking about our matching thongs, I bet she did not have a clue. I thought for a minute she was going back to sleep.Then she said, "You know you're working my husband to death, don't you, Jase?" John's a hell of a worker, Tess. If I slow down, he keeps right on going. I think it's more like he's working me to death." I know that, Jase. I've tried to get him to slow down a little, but he just ignores me. Then, at night, he goes in the wagon, takes off his clothes, and is asleep before I can even lay down beside him." So, my little sister isn't getting any," I. 'Ah.' he replied, wrapping his arms around me too. We just stood there with me resting my head on the top of his chest for a few moments - it felt wonderful! 'I'd like to treat you again, Grandpa, can I?' I enquired all excited. 'What, here?' he asked, a little unsure, as it wasn't exactly an empty house. 'I'll do it so that we can't be seen, by just lifting my top up and taking off my panties while leaving my skirt on, and lifting that, too.' I said. With this, I lifted my top showing my bare. Shit, I should tell somebody.”Mel of course gave an affirmative, a kiss to her head, a hand down to touch hers. But he was shaken when Tracy looked back at him and said, “But you’ll still love me, right? You’re a big dork, really, but everybody has something they don’t want to face. You want to know about me eating a creampie? OK.” Mel tried to say yes, that he would always love her, and no, that she didn’t have to say a thing, but Tracy seemed in a zone, ready to open up to some part of her.