“I think Margaret will eventually be OK and the two of you will be able to work things out, but you may have to give her a few days.”I agreed and ...eaded to Cynthia’s place. I slipped off my shoes and settled on to the couch. As I looked around at her well- furnished apartment, I tried to wrap my head around the discord Margaret and I had. It was unsettling, to say the least. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 2:30am. I figured Cynthia probably decided to stay at the house, so I slipped. Could you please get him to call me? I need expert advice as soon as practicable." Sure, I'll call him right away, and he'll call you back. Jesus, I'm sorry for cracking weak jokes. Is it bad?" I don't know, yet." Her voice finally broke. She could only whisper. "All I know is that I have to help him if my life is ever to be all right again." Will do, right away."She heard him yelling, 'Helen, drop everything and get Edgar on the phone!'Then he spoke into the phone again. "Helen is calling him. " I showed him the pitcher and the fixings foranother half of one. "It all has to go tonight." I smiled and set it alldown.We began to talk again, this time a little more seriously once past thesmall talk. We mainly focused on relationships, both of hours, past andpresent. He was divorced once before but this is his only child. He is alawyer it turns out in a small firm in upper New York and they are ontheir two week vacation. They hop in their RV and just drive and end upwhere they end up.. His trousers were evidently starting to tent, as with his legs spread so he could sit close to me; it showed the outline of his cock trying to poke a hole in his pants.The third drink was starting to warm my belly and I decided now to take theinitiative to be direct with this young man…"And you sure are excited right now, aren't you, babe?". I asked him.Jarrod looked in my eyes; then quickly drained the last of his shot, and putting his free hand on my thigh, he leaned in closer and asked.