“May I then?” He was asking John. “My wife is her own person, and she does as she pleases. If you wish to dance with her, then I suggest you a...k her, and not me.”A little confused, but still persistent, the young man turned his attention back to Brenda. “May I have this dance?”Brenda had been sizing him up the entire time his attention had been on John. This boy was maybe 20 years old. Over 6 feet tall, his waist was slim, his butt firm. Under his shirt she could see his muscles rippling.. I took down my ponytail and combed out my hair and beard. I wasn’t pretty, but I was neat. The grill had already closed, and Mrs. Williams and the busboy were cleaning the kitchen. She shooed me out of the kitchen. ‘We’ll finish the kitchen. I think you have some friends waiting for you outside. Thanks for helping Willy. You were always so nice and gentle, but I just saw a whole other side of you. Maybe we should hire you to help Willy.’ Cecilia and her friends were sitting in a booth and they. I'm not allowed to talk unless in response to a directquestion.A month ago she called the house and I heard her tell me to pick up thephone, something I'm not allowed to do normally. She told me that she wasgoing out of town on business and wouldn't be home that night. "It's totallyunexpected. Bobbi will come over and feed you."I sighed. "Are you fucking her?" That's none of your business but the answer is no, not yet. When I getback remind me to whip you for being nosy. She knows about. “But you’ve been told before to call me Patty.”We said goodnight to everyone and crossed the lawn. She kept stealing glances at me as we stepped over the fence and I caught on. “I think I’ve been ambushed,” I told her with an amused smile. “Your doing or are people conspiring to leave both of us alone?” I asked.She blushed. “I, uh, MIGHT have mentioned wanting to, um, try to...” she stammered her way through it, shy and uncertain all of a sudden.I smiled at her and nodded in understanding and.