Pietro was 179 centimeters tall, some salt in the pepper of his hair, handsome enough, with some thickness around the middle brought on by his age, 40... and too much pasta and wine. I was 170 centimeters tall, 50 kilograms, tanned evenly all over as the result of a privacy fence around the patio, with three tattoos I’d gotten before my marriage. I also had a piercing or two obtained when I was younger.Like his TV, he had to show off his beautiful wife, so he had me serving his guests in a dress. "But youare beautiful." These?" Joe cupped his huge tits and raised them, then let them drop.His upper body bent at the weight of his tits falling."Yes." Nadia stepped forward and cupped Joe's breasts. "These arebeautiful." She bent down and lightly kissed them.Joe stepped away. "Stop."Nadia looked up. She had seen that face before, that fear and panic, onPenny. She held his gaze and stepped closer. "You're beautiful," sherepeated."Stop saying that." Joe walked out of the bathroom and into the. ‘Now try the wine. I think it’s really expensive.’ I carefully picked up the crystal glass, sniffed at the liquid, and took a sip. I nearly choked. It was vile. Of course I had never drunk wine before, but I had expected something sweeter. More like grape juice and less like something spoiled. ‘Amusingly audacious with a hint of rotten persimmon,’ I said, stifling a cough. The second sip didn’t taste nearly as foul, though. ‘You’re so silly.’ She raised her glass and clinked it against mine.. Shesuddenly remembered a conversation she'd had with Phoebe a few daysearlier. They were sitting at the kitchen counter where Marcia was mixingbatter for another pannekuchen. It was what she'd made on that disastrousfirst morning after Phoebe's arrival. That day seemed a hundred years agonow. So much had changed.Up to that point, Phoebe hadn't talked much about her romantic life,about boyfriends, or even if she had one. It seemed unusual for a girlher age not to even mention that aspect of her.