“Yes, that’s the one,” Clara confirmed.She rose and went to grab the photo that stood atop the instrument. She looked at it as she carried it ba...k to the table, handing it to me. “That’s us. My mother, a beautiful dancer. And my dad, holding me. This was taken a few days before they split up, for good.”I looked at the picture, saying nothing. I had similar, but naturally different images of my family, some taken only days before my dad was split from us. Forever. I swallowed hard.“What hap—” I. "Uh, um, I was thinking about, um you." He stammered.She smiled. "I'm sorry it's been a while, but I think I can take care of that tonight" She walked over and kissed him. He kissed back guiltily, but it felt good. As they kissed his mind started to wonder back to the woman. --She sat there in the booth, texting someone, picking at her food. Then she bit one side of her bottom lip. It was the sexiest look he'd ever seen. His dick started to get uncomfortable in his pants. He immediately became. I think to myself that I might just make a special weekend all to myself, my book, and my toys.I make myself a sandwich, check my mail and see nothing that prompts me to look further than the envelopes with their return addresses.I have three cats, two males and one female. They all come up to me as I am eating, hoping to catch anything that I might drop or feel inclined to give them.The cats all sit there in vain as I eat all my sandwich with them only able to watch... I laugh, look to make. They went up to their room and Carla showered. She showed Bruce her haul of tips. She had nearly $2000 for a the afternoon and evening in tips alone and close to that much in her share of the fees. Bruce gave her a foot massage as she lay back on the bed. The extreme stiletto heels she wore got the men turned on but, they were hard on her feet. She closed her eyes and relaxed, as her husband unwound the tension. Bruce stood up for a moment, to turn down the lights and put some music on the.