Almost everyone asked about Hugh's vacation to Ireland, and Erin was so convincing about how wonderful it was - mentioning all kinds of places that Hu...h had never seen, that several of the staff started, right then, to plan their next vacation."What now?" Erin asked.It was now 1:30 PM. Erin had just finished a tuna fish sandwich from the local deli."Well," replied Hugh, "I guess we better get it over with."'It, ' of course, was the meeting with his boss. The boss had left a voice mail asking. And this one is my name.’ She was trying not to admit she was pleased to hear these things, the way a small child tries to remain angry when a parent has them on the verge of laughter. Her mood had improved, her posture, too, as she was no longer huddled into a near-fetal crunch. I moved my hand to her chestnut-brown nipple. I placed my hand under her breast, thumb on nipple, and hefted it. ‘And this,’ I continued, ‘is the source of my precious little girl’s nourishment. One of two, anyway.. The blonde girl's tits are smaller but just as delectable, her pussy is not as hairy as the dark girls. I'm not sure which of the two I like best. If only I could do that with either of them!Making my way towards the back of the cinema, fumbling along the wall. I covet a seat at the back, plenty of room from the nearest patron and furthest away from the light emitting screen, reducing the chance of being recognised by any of the other audience. Having found the back row, which fortunately is. Or that somehow things might not go the way she wanted.“What do you want from me?”“Something you can’t give me now. Something I want in the worst possible way, but I have to wait for if I ever want to get it.”I knew exactly what she wanted.“You want a marriage proposal,” I said.Bethany nodded. Stephanie was right. I suspected they had talked about it, probably indirectly, and that’s why Stephanie was trying to warn me.“My history should tell you just how bad of an idea that is,” I said.