“I’d like a rum and coke. What about you two?”“A margarita?” asked Brenda. The waitress nodded.“I’d like a mudslide,” announced Liz.�...A mudslide? What’s that?” asked Frank. Liz looked at the waitress, who rattled off the ingredients. “Acckkk, that’s an alcoholic milk shake!” he said.The others laughed, and Liz confirmed, “Pretty much!”“Sounds yummy! Switch mine to one of those!” asked Brenda. Her husband simply rolled his eyes.The waitress moved off to the bar and Brenda turned to Liz. “So, is. I woke up that Friday morning feeling renewed, like today would be better somehow. I headed to the shower and let the cool water wash away my troubles for a moment. After getting dressed I headed to the kitchen for breakfast then prepared to leave. I couldn't help but feel like I was missing something so I went back to my room.I knew what I wanted to pick up, the Touch card. For some reason it just felt like it would help me get through the day, like knowing that someone had answers would make. Like Motherfucker and Ow, God Damn Son of a Bitch and a few others I’d learned from Scottie the engineer when the wrench slipped and he banged the sharp part of the Atlas-Imperial Diesel. Then a few more while he was fishing that same wrench out from under the diesel engine. They were in French and Vietnamese and had a lot to do with mothers, fathers, sisters and excrement ... and goats and water buffalo.“What?” I asked.Scottie blushed and told me.Of course I had to practice pronouncing them. My wife's jeans were low waisted and very tight all the way down her legs. I reached down and she adjusted her position to give me access to unbutton them. I could not get my hand inside the waistband but I hooked my thumbs inside and began to lower them down off her hips. They were coming down inside out and without trying her panties were also pulling off. I watched as the action seemed to be in super slow motion as the top of my wife's thick black pubic hair was brought into view. At the.