He had nowhere to go. She was talking to her husband, dressed similarly to the other man, with one hand on his chest and the other holding his hand. T...e invitation read: Join us for a cock tease party.Ladies scantily clad overtly flirtatiousand completely unwilling.The gentlemen are their foils.Blue balls for all. Everyonegoes home frustrated.RSVP Any other time I would have had a good laugh and accepted immediately. But Charles had died since Martha's last party and her husband, while not. "That isn't going to let you avoidthe question." Now he coughed to try to clear his throat. A drink ofwater let him pause so he could think about it.She had been getting more insistent about them having a child together.Maybe it was the fact they had been married for 5 years. Both had been incollege together, and he remembered the happy day that she had said yes.Now she wanted to take the next step. Not that he didn't want children.Kenneth got along with children when he took care of some of. The girls sunbathed in their bikinis while the menfolk prepared the fire cooked food. A few hours and six pitchers of margaritas later the sun was setting but things were only heating up for us. The five of us that were left were sitting around a fire pit making s'mores and passing around a few bottles of tequila (we ran out of 'rita mixer). Somehow the bullshitting we were doing turned into asking invasive questions about our personal lives which then evolved into an impromptu game of truth or. I chafe. Got an itch. As the cheesy line goes, I feel the need for speed. Yes, the 402 is faster, but five times the cost to fly and we get a whole ten miles an hour speed premium.I’ve made my feelings known.Alan smiles like he’s talking to a little kid asking for an extra dessert. He does that on purpose. And he says, “Build us a business case.”Apparently reducing travel time to New Mexico is not case enough.So I do the next thing on the list. I visit my adopted grandmother one day. Actually,.