She places her head on his shoulder and asks if they will have children. ‘Muchas, querida, nuestro hogar sonará con el sonido de niños,’ he rep...ies. She whispers her pleasure and brushes her hand through his hair, dark as this night. They step off in the street toward the river. The night’s lights are reflected in her dancing eyes as his hand slips down to rest on the soft curve of her hip. She calls out to the children lost in the rivers edge. His laughter drifts towards her through the. I hung my sword collection on the walls in various rooms throughout the house and spent a fair amount of time committing their locations to memory.Sue thought I was just being overly proud of my collection. Our two kids were grown and on their own, so she wasn’t concerned about any children playing with the weapons. I had placed them high enough to make them impossible for any small visitors to access, so Sue allowed me my whim.We were young retirees and redecorating the huge home was our main. She was hardly someone to criticize others, she was just as self-absorbed, boring, and narcissistic as her disappointing friend Sandy, but at least, she prided herself on knowing it, as if being proud of one’s faults was a good thing. She looked down at the man asleep snuggling his nose through her silk panties into her vulva. What was it about Cal that turned her head? Right away that night at the tavern she knew she could read him like a book. He certainly was stupid, but not stupid in the. It occurred to her that this was one of the first times she’d spoken to anyone in person for months. She tried not to fuck it up. ‘Well, it’s nice to meet you, Marsha,’ Lacey went on, blithely unaware of Marsha’s internal monologue. ‘I was just wondering if I could borrow some sugar so I can make a batch of my Mom’s snickerdoodles. I just ran out, and I’d rather not make a grocery store run if I don’t have to.’ ‘Um, sure,’ Marsha said, stepping out of the car. She felt a chill run down her.