"Well Brice, I don't know why you did it, but I think you left me with the hottest babe." Todd slid back into the front of the car and over to the mid...le some, wanting to be sitting closer to Abby when she got back. "I mean, are you blind?"Brice laughed. "No, friend. I'm not blind. I wanted Abby first, but she was so quiet and shy, and the night I met them I wasn't in the mood for taking my time and using the usual lines to open a quiet girl up to me. I wanted a sure thing, and I wanted to get. She felt so safe in his arms, she hugged him tight too. “Sree, you princess, you sweet little thing…” he said, and again, she was laughing through her tears. He wiped away her tears, and kissed her on the lips again. He pulled away from the kiss, and ran his hands through her hair. Their eyes open, they looked at each other, and both of them could see how much they wanted each other. He made her put her hands on his shoulders, and she did so, with a weak, yet sweet, smile. Then, without. A very tight black dress and a pair of sexy stilettos, just to consider myself I was worth a good fuck that night…Gunnar was at my door very punctual; telling me we could go to a bar and try to pick up another guy for a wild threesome. His idea drove me crazy.We entered a pub and scanned the place and found what I was looking for. A tall good looking man, blond hair, electric blue eyes, a huge torso and apparently I could guess he was at least bisexual…. I approached him and introduced myself.. Anyway, after we'd been seeing each other regularly for half a year, she consented to marry me when I asked. At our wedding I met Denise and Tom, Wendy's kids. They seemed accepting of me, a fact that was confirmed when Tom took me aside to say he was relieved his mother had finally settled down again. I got the impression his mother's divorcee behavior embarrassed him. Tom was – and still is – an architect in San Francisco. He was unmarried at the time. Denise was married and a junior partner.