Her mother was thrilled. I suspected that her mother figured we would get married at some point. I had no intention of doing so.Jamie somehow managed ...o balance work, college and fucking me. How she did that, I’ll never know.Three years went by and I could tell that she was getting antsy.She graduated early and I immediately hired her on to my engineering department.She asked if we were going to get married. I asked her what the point was. She replied that she wanted to start a family. I. What more could a randy woman ask for in a husband?Gary told me that during the week we received an invitation to an "Adults Only - Sexy costumes recommended" Halloween party at Michael's house in Providence on Saturday the 27th. (Michael is the guy who loaned us his house when we got together with Alex). Any suggestions for a costume for me dear?It is great to be home, but I was truly a fun week. I'm glad I have someone like you to share it with.P.S. There's another conference scheduled for. He knew from previous chats of my bi-sexuality, but it was never a common topic of conversation.We walked into the lounge to see 6 reasonably large boxes, sealed and ready to move into the attic. They weren't heavy, just a little awkward.Dave returned to his place up the ladder as I passed up the first box. Fortunately, the boxes got progressively lighter each time.'One more to come Dave then that's it.' I shouted up.I picked up the last box from the living room floor, and walked out to the. Hanging her T-shirt over a nearby chair, Charise beganto unbuckle the belt of her stone wash jeans,listening to the restless murmur of the Friday nightcrowd. The Palais Royale was perhaps the most popularadult venue in the Red Zone; the main bar would beswarming with nightlife by ten. In less than fifteenminutes, the lingerie parade would begin, and Charisewould be sent out along the catwalk wearing littlemore than a whisper and a promise.She was almost feverish with anticipation. Charise had.