So, please bear with me. My husband is my life. I know that for you it may seem strange to say but I have waited for him all of my life. Now I have h...m and I will never let him go nor will I allow another woman to have him. It is as simple as that. There is no room for discussion in this. This is strange for many of you here. Many women I have met here in the US have taken the strange attitude that men are easy obtained. This may be true for you here but not for me. I come from a Latin. The way they touched one another and the way they stroked their hair was something to see. I had a raging hard-on right then and there."Are you going to stand there or will you join us?" Kristy asked. That was the best invitation I had ever received.I walked toward them as they walked toward Tessa's bedroom. Already Kristy's shirt was off and she turned toward me a gave me an intense kiss on the lips, squeezing me tight in the process. I had a hand on Tessa's breast while I took Kristy's bra. Every nightiewas folded neatly and laid on top of its corresponding robe. Every pairof stockings was in an interior pocket in the suitcases. Every piece ofjewelry, including our mother's string of pearls, was in a baggie andtucked into my carryon. My hair products, perfumes, powders,antiperspirants, hair clips were all in baggies and packed away.That only left my makeup.Hilda arrived at two thirty with a very welcomed chicken salad wrap foreach of us. She looked at the packed, but still opened. Cindy puts the little 152 in front of the hangar, then she and Mandy get out.Okay, Deena and I skip up and hug the two of them. By the time that’s done, the propeller’s stopped on the 180 and Dan joins us.“Lunch?” he says, eying Alan.“Sounds good,” I say. “All of us?”“You got time?” Alan asked his sister.“We have time.”Up the road is a nice family-style restaurant. A CAJUN family-style restaurant. And on weekdays they have some good plate lunches.We’re at the table. Mister Joe keeps looking at.