You shot him!"What the fuck? I turned my head and saw her. Kaye. She looked old, tired. She was crying. She screamed "Why the fuck did you have to sho...t my son?"Oh, no. I dropped the counter top and damned near took out my left foot. I limped up to her and reached out my hand, but let it drop back to my side. "Was that idiot..."She spat out "My asshole son." Oh, Christ. Oh, shit." I looked at her. "He burned me out before, didn't he?"She nodded, looking at the floor."Kaye, is he slow?"She. His blue eyes looked deep into mine. "I always knew there was something between us, Rachel," he said."Well let's try to remove as much of it as possible," I teased. He laughed. That gorgeous smile that had paralyzed me during every class he taught. To make him laugh was my constant goal.I slowly unbuttoned the top of his pants as he quickly unbuttoned by blouse, revealing my bare chest. His erection was released into my grip. I began running my fingers up and down his penis. He was bigger than. I had thrown up in the toilets, the wine tasting a lot better coming back up than it did going down. It was a relief more than anything, really. Without the red wine sloshing around inside me, I was sure to only have a slight hangover the next day.By the time I came out of the bathroom, I was thoroughly bored with the evening, not being able to stand the thought of spending another hour listening to Kim from accounting mourn over a lover who had moved on to a new relationship. Sherri pretended. ” They laughed politely at my lame joke, but both girls’ eyes widened. “You’re wife?” Blondie said, looking first at Sarah, then me. “You mean you two are, like, married?” When I looked at her up close, my heart surged. I could smell the clean scent of her shampoo. Her features were fine, delicate and lovely, and her wide, guileless hazel eyes were almost hauntingly beautiful. They were eyes that could freeze me like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Sarah never missed a beat..