”“But my titties are tiny Mama!” Josie protested.“But your waist is tiny,” then queen explained.“Only because she!” she turned to Sophia... “Steals my food!”Boris who was more interested in Stephenson engines than titties agreed, “Right,” he said and the whole incident was forgotten.About three weeks later Boris was in bed reading his scientific journal when Aachen, his manservant knocked politely and entered the room.“Sire,” he said.“Fuch off Aachen, I don’t want a wank or a blow job nor do I. I didn’t have anything to do as I had prepared my lessons during the week. Jen sat on the couch reading reports. I lay down on the couch and rested my head on her lap. It was so relaxing, just laying there feeling Jen’s legs under my head, her stomach along side my face. I rubbed my cheek against her stomach. I said, ‘Do you know what we did today, Jen? We set a date for our wedding. We are going to be husband and wife on August 11th.’ ‘Husband and wife, Ron, I don’t believe that this is. I think we should get rid of some of the lawn furniture and get a couple of couches and chairs with end tables and coffee tables, so that part of the patio would feel like a family room. We could still have the patio furniture, but it wouldn't be the center of activity. What do you think?" The games sound neat but I don't know about the couches," Sue contemplated. "Everybody seems to like to sit at the tables. Maybe even more tables, small tables like nightclubs have, with four chairs around. I told her to at least give me a blanket. Anyway, I had all night to think about things as I slept in my chair, covered with my coat. I didn’t think I was all that bad. I certainly wasn’t there to live up to her expectations, but there had to be a way we could meet in the middle. I hoped there was a middle. Maybe there was, and maybe she was already there. ----------------- I woke up to the sounds of her moving around. I went to take a piss and saw that she was packing some suitcases. I had to.