He was a miserable little shit, with his white shirt and cheap tie and ornamental hard-hat—he was one of those middle-class failures who somehow fou...d jobs bossing grunts like him around."You've been fucking up a lot lately, Torch," the piece-of-shit said. "You better get your act together. I'm tired of this lazing around bullshit, you hear me!"George glared at the small round man but rather than say what he wanted he turned back to his saw, which immediately drowned out the piece-of-shit's. I asked, "What is that for?" Chicken Cordon Bleu." Will answered.Julie purred, "You're really going all out tonight, aren't you?"Will grinned. Abby answered the question. "We want tonight to be a night to remember."I put a layer of cake cubes in the bottom of each glass. "What's next?"Abby handed me a small bottle. The label said it was peach schnapps. She directed, "Put one tablespoon in each glass. No more!" What will Mom say when she taste the schnapps?" It's one tablespoon. She won't. She still knew where to hold and how tight to grip and she also knew that men liked to be talked dirty to when being masturbated. “Perhaps I might let you fuck me sometime,” she told him. “Would you like that?” He groaned loudly. Of course he would; she knew that. “You mind find me a bit tight though.” He groaned again. “Bet you would like to fuck Sal too.” His body jerked. Sal was much prettier and a bit slimmer than her. “Did she give you a flash of her knickers?” “Yes,” he groaned. . In the end, with expressed reservations and weighing the boy's mother's approval (little did he know) he granted the application.A few days later they were married in a simple civil ceremony with the exchange of rings. The two, as they had in their first marriage, simply wanted to be able to share their love whether it be in public or private without hassles. Their honeymoon consisted of dinner at a very nice restaurant and then home where their clothes were discarded by the time the door.