Unfortunately, I could never find a position from which I could get even a quick glimpse into the room. I was beginning to feel very frustrated, but m... luck was about to change, though not in a good way.I guess I was too obvious in trying to see into that private room, because two thugs came up to me and suggested that I would be happier visiting a different cantina. I didn't want to make too much of a fuss, so I let myself be "ushered" out of the cantina. The problem was, the thugs thought. ‘How did it happen?’ is the first question they ask. If the person is polite, and it’s not the first thing out of there mouth, I’ll tell them. The second one is usually asked to my wife, ‘So, can you guys still have sex?’ Her normal response to that question is, ‘You bet. He’s got a six inch tongue!’ She’s exaggerating of course, but it generally sates their curiosity. So let me answer the first question, and then I’ll answer the second. I’ll be brief seeing as this is an erotica site, and it’s. Now selecting a couple of chocolate bars from the snack machine, she smiled while remembering how he asked her to burn the meatloaf because that was the way he grew up eating it. Another of her son’s witty ass remarks, usually she would get upset at anyone making fun of her cooking, but she knew he was kidding. What made it funny was no matter how hard she tried, she always burned the meatloaf, even when she would try not to. It was the only meal she cooked that she could not get correct. But,. I believed in her, at least as much as she believed it herself. And that’s the real trouble with trust in relationships, when moments are fleeting and feelings change as quickly as a riptide. You can put your faith into the way the currents are moving, but there’s always that damned undertow, ready to pull you away from safe shores and change up the game completely. * The big party was on the Fourth of July. There were five of us that year: Zane, Noah and his flavor of the month girl, and.