Our conversation continued as I moved next to her. Similar to our previous conversations, interrupted only by our order. The food was exquisite, throu...h the laughter I couldn't stand it. Finally I piped up "What took you so long to get ready?"The laugh was perfect in between bites. "You really want to know?” I couldn't withhold my reply "Yes!” Her eyes moved slightly down and I knew the answer without an uttered word. My hand slipping off the table, along her thigh, slowly upwards, making sure. Betty noticed Emma was quiet. "OK Emma?" Yes, just getting used to this." Betty accepted that but wasn't surethat was the whole answer. The evening continued for another hour or so until Jane said "Weladies will take our leave, we have to show these young ladies how toclean up ready for bed."Emma and Paula were taken to their bedrooms where they found nightieswith matching panties and a dressing gown. "Get dressed for bed girlsand we'll come and help you cleanse," said Betty.After dressing. If that's the way you want it, you've got it. That's the last fucking time I will ever ask you for anything. Take the house, take the kids, take the cars, the stocks, bonds, club memberships and any other fucking thing you want and let me go.There must be at least one woman alive who is willing to recognize that her husband's needs are as important as at least some of the ten thousand things you have persuaded yourself you really must do. If there's no time left for me, then piss on me.Men. "You have until Ifinish helping your sister put her new clothes away." I'm sorry Momma," I said in my room."Denise, you didn't do anything to be sorry for," she hugged me."I know Momma, I'm sorry about Sheila and Janie. But please don't be toohard on them, I mean don't spank them while you're still mad, you mightlose it and really hurt them when you don't mean to," I told her.She drew back and looked at me, "Where did you hear about that piece ofwisdom?" From my Momma, when I was nine and ran.