The cards are shuffled again, she cuts a jack, and he cuts a king. It is now even up. As the last hand is shuffled she is worried as she knows she is ...ot that good or lucky,.. when the old cabbie finally puts the cards down this is it….. She, my wife tells him, the weasel, you go first , his confident leer turns into a frown as he cuts a three. My wife is now holding her breath hesitating slightly with the confident smile of a gamblers sure thing, finally deciding between two cards pulling out. Instead, I bent down to scoop him up.I was thankful that he hadn’t outgrown hugs just yet. Sarah knew the drill so she came to push the door open so I could carry her boys into the house. She completed the ritual by smiling and shaking her head as we passed. She would usually pat me softly on the back as I went by. This time, however, she had to hold the door open for her other guest. I put the boys on the floor when I got inside and ruffled their hair. Most times, you could never tell that I’d. She checked it once more with her hands, and then held it in place withboth hands against my butt cheeks. "Jasmine, stay VERY, very still. Rogerand Randy, lift off the towel." No!" I yelped and begged.They ignored me, though, and did as Mom told them. "Don't worry," she said."Everything's still covered." Except 'everything' wasn't. I was lyingthere, locked down to the table, unable to move an inch, with my entirebody uncovered except for a small flimsy napkin over my butt."Why, Mom?" I asked,. There was a bunch of messages in that folder we had created in the morning. I checked mine first and openend thi folder , it was mostly messages from mutual friends and her sister. but there were a few from a’ Loulou’, il was the Marie Louise she had talked about . The first one 2 weeks ago, She was asking my wife if she had enjoyed (Robert) and was he hot ? My wife had anwered that it was pleasant but not great . but was thrilled by the fact that she.