One car he recognized from its distinctive grille was a Cuda, maybe a 71, painted in bright yellow but didn’t know the model of the bright green one...parked beside it. The rumble of his Mustang gave away his arrival and the man leaning over the fender of the Cuda came quickly towards him.“Hold it right there, mister! You can’t park that piece of shit in my driveway!” He said loudly, as he approached John’s window.John was perturbed by this man’s attitude and figured it was Jackie’s dad and his. Jessica ate her meal with relish, taking delight in the fact that my appetite had gone. All attempts to talk reasonably were met with sarcastic comments and I gave up, letting Jessica talk unremittingly about the life she had led with me and my control of our marriage. With the arrival of coffee, I sat back in my chair and gazed at my wife. ‘Ok, Jessica, this was obviously a mistake. Just do what you have to do and start the divorce proceedings. I’ve had enough.’ She smiled then, a sly smile. Sir." she told him. "The cream makes it all come together." she giggled like a school girl.Dad looked at me, and I think he saw that I had picked up on the inuendo, but we both said nothing. He just smiled back at mom."You already know that Jennie makes the BEST cream pie, don't you Malcolm?" dad replied.I didn't know if he was doing that on purpose or not, but most likely he did. Was he putting on a show?We watched some TV together after dinner. We watched one of mom's favorite shows,. It wasn't the culmination of a whirlwind romance or the fruits of a well-laid plan of seduction. It wasn't really anticipated at all. Like most people's first time, it was an alcohol-fuelled, spur of the moment decision taken by two people who had suddenly found themselves attracted to each other.It happened towards the end of my first year of university. I was nineteen and, although I wasn't altogether happy about still being a virgin, I wasn't overly concerned about it since a lot of my.