Quiet. Be still. Shall we, you and I? Shall we, our buttock muscles tense and clasping, our stomachs fluttering in hope, our breath trickling raggedly...from open lips as half closed eyes transfix on the steady undulation of exposed breasts? Shall we allow those clamped thighs to fall apart, to feel the soft breeze to play across our moisture coated skin? Shall we pull nectar infused air deep into our lungs and revel in the gorgeous aroma of our own wantonness? Shall we wriggle the smooth rounded. All of my life I checked with Willie about almost every decision I'd made. When dad died, I never did anything without Willie telling me that it was okay. He wasn't being fair now."I'm sorry C.C. You're right. I thought there was more time and that it wasn't necessary for you to learn. I'm sorry. I guess I just don't want everyone to suffer because I wasn't prudent enough to anticipate this possibility. I'm scared now more than I've ever been. Not just of dying, although that's no picnic. Fuck her tits, look at her fucking pussy! Some cousin you got there bro! You going country on her yet? Shes been staying over here, hasnt she? Haha, no man. Ill leave the cousin fucking up to you man. Fuck you dude! If my cousins looked half like that, Id split those lips in a heartbeat. What you think Al? Im all for man. Well if you got talk Will, go ask her. I got $20 on it that you too chicken shit to do it. Wheres Mr. B? Sleeping. $20 and a free blow job? Watch and learn, fags. He walked. Take the kids to school, work, hit the gym for a half-hour, bath time, bedtime, dinner over Netflix. Throw in a few meetings for Annie and site reviews for Sam, repeat. That said, Annie and Sam were both a little "off," as Annie would say; not cross with each other, just off their orbits. It was actually kind of fun in that they were a bit like college kids again, trying to feel each other out and each suspected it had to do with the same thing. It all started that anniversary.The happy couple.